A True "Rarity"

by dark ganymede

First published 5th of February, 2012

Story of a pony who has fallen in love with Rarity, and then becomes a stalker.

(Thanks to Owlor for the cover!) Please comment and rate. I need feedback badly. -Warning, gore as bad as cupcakes at some points. Be warned. Don't say I didn't warn you....- Rarity is fairly famous in equestria, and therefore has many admirers. Some are old, some are young, and some, are much more complicated. Follow the journey of Heatstroke on his descent from admiration of one of equestria's "gems" to his insanity driven tirade.
Also, in case I forgot to mention this is my first story, and not all the characters are listed. P.S, don't be mad at me for what I do in the story.

Mirabilia

Dear Diary,

What do you think? A big step up from those hoof scratches I draw is what I see. But then again that isn't mine. Surprised? You know well enough I cant draw. Where did I get it then? A painting pony at the equestrian expo gave it to me. I had it commissioned based on that photograph I had of her. He was the only artist there who would do commissions in such a short amount of time and guess what? Rarity herself had seen his work! Yes I do believe that is why he was able to be shown in the expo in the first place; but he is an excellent artist nonetheless and the expo is very lucky to have him there. Just as I wish I could have her here.

I paused. I did so occasionally in the times I wrote in my diary but this time was different. I was entranced by the photo that lay before me. I levitated it up to my snout and looked deep into her gem like eyes. There was no creature more perfect then the one in front of me, and someday we would be together.

"Soon my darling, we will be together."

I could almost hear her say it...feel it even. Ah yes, there were two things I cherished, that lovely mare, and the one thing that will never judge me; my diary. I placed the photo back on the writing desk with a gentle plop, and my feather had a soft crimson glow as I dipped it ink and brought it back to the page.

In addition my good friend, I have other news as well. Working as a spell checker for so long has paid off. Yes you know what that means. No more will I have to deal with all those incompetent, illiterate unicorns, most of whom couldn't tell a pentagram from a phallus. Regardless I won't have to deal with it any longer. While those wages were quite pitiful, it's safe to say that now we begin our journey to Ponyville! Yes, the same magnificent town that houses that gem of a mare. We begin our trip tomorrow, as soon as the sun is raised. A bit early for my tastes (I'm not exactly what you would call a day pony), but its the cheapest ride there and I have to meet with another mare (Twilight was it?) if I want a home. My new job at that apparently underused Ponyville library starts the day after my arrival and I want to make a good first impression to my new boss/land lord. I can hardly contain my excitement, so don't be surprised if you can feel a few ink spots on your pages.

I was pulled away from my work again by the exceptionally boisterous clock chimes.

"That's one thing I won't be missing about this town...."

My words were unheard by the droning of the clock. First chime, second chime, then a fifth, a sixth!? The bells and their cruel sound seemed endless. One could almost imagine the tower looking at you with a smirk as it made its presence known. Then just as suddenly as they violated my peace they were gone. 10 no, 11 chimes maybe? Regardless it was getting late and I did have to rise fairly early. "A few more lines, then off to bed I suppose." The worn pages of my diary seemed to agree. Again my quill became engulfed in that warm color and I finished my thoughts.

Well, this is the last entry you and I will be having in Fillydelphia my friend. So now I bid you adieu and good night, and hopefully you will be filled with a marvelous story tomorrow.

Signed,

Heatstroke

I closed my diary and gazed out the window.

"Yes, marvelous things..."

I felt the soft embrace of my sheets, and the room as well as everything else around me, slipped into darkness.

"Wakey wakey...."

My eyes shot open. But then they fell again.

"Only timed spell Heatstroke get a hold of yourself..."

An impressive spell though in any right. Time release magic was a fairly new form of magic only discovered a few years ago. Some saw it as a "parlour trick" type of spell while others saw possible application in the medical field. I on the other hand saw its potential for personal use. I checked my surroundings for any unpacked belongings. Everything appeared to be in its place, either in a suitcase or small enough to pack in my saddle bags.

"Well all seems to be in order."

I levitated my diary into the saddle bag and closed the buckle. Then for what I knew would be the last time, I walked out the front door. It seemed strange at first walking out; I knew it was the last time but it didn't feel exceptionally different. I'm sure my diary felt the same way. As I glanced at the shrubbery outside of the building, the groundskeeper gave me a distinctive "top of the morning" nod and I returned the favor.

He was a nice pony, one of the few I didn't despise in this Celestia forsaken town. He would be missed; but sacrifices must be made. I remember the first encounter I had with him during my limited stay at the apartment. He was quite an elder of a pony and seemed very wise, like a sage almost. Even his movements as he cleaned up the grounds had a pungent odor of experience; and an exceptional helping of sweat.

"Perhaps I should write a few letters to him, considering the fond memories I have of him."

With that mental note taken down I checked my hoof watch. A good four minutes to the station and three extra before it leaves, excellent. There were a few mares waiting at the boarding station, none that could replace that diamond queen however. Then again I could never replace Rarity.

Then one of those promiscuous ponies began to waltz towards me. She had creamy maroon fur, and two cherries with a banana as her cutie mark. That subtle message her mark gave was less subtle in her motions. She eyed me from my horn to my other "horn" and just about everywhere else in between. Just her gaze made me feel like I was being handled. Then she spat out a question in one of the most uncouth ways I've ever seen.

"Hey dere buddy! Its pretty durn obvious you're here for dat train there so where you headed?"

I could easily imagine her working in a farm gathering hay.

"I'm heading to Ponyville."

I said this as vaguely as possible. The last thing I wanted was for a personal needs pony to know where I resided so she could "satisfy" me.

"Ponyville? That sure is a mighty fine town. I gots lots of family down there!"

"And I'm sure your lots of family came from decades of in breeding."

I wasn't normally one to poke fun at stereo types but this pony was asking for it. How did I know? Honestly I had no fucking idea, she just did. Before I responded with a generic "oh that's very interesting" or the foolproof "cool" remark my steam powered salvation arrived. Pulling out my ticket I saw her walking back to her friends to get her bags. They made their side glances pretty damn obvious to me, and their laughs didn't make them anymore discreet. I rolled my eyes and handed the extremely bored conductor my ticket. He ripped it in two and told me my seat; first class.

I figured since I was leaving town for good I may as well leave an impression as well. I sat in the back at window seat in the luxury filled car and looked out the window. It was one of the few rituals I had before dozing off. I laid back and closed my eyes......

"Next stop is Ponyville station!" screamed the conductor.

"So soon?...."

I hardly bothered to ponder my thought as I was far too groggy to do so. I looked outside and the sun was still high in the sky and the hour hand of my watch had barely budged. Two hours at the maximum had gone by. As we rapidly approached the station I levitated my belongs and walked to the door. The train slowed down and the brakes gave a dying, thunderous roar. Those would have to be replaced soon, no doubt in that. About twenty or so other ponies got up from their seats and walked to their respective car doors. The brakes hissed one last time as the train came to a complete stop, and a porter pony opened the door from the station grounds. I gave him a nonchalant "thank you" and he responded with a hopeful "Welcome to Ponyville."

I scurried out of the station to avoid that cherry banana mare and soon found myself in what appeared to be the town plaza. It was a truly interesting experience, already on my first day there were so many new faces, so many new personalities. Getting to know the locals would have to wait however, finding my new home was the top priority. I looked at the crude drawing I had, of what looked like an over sized foal's tree house.

"Still for that size there had to be quite a large collection of books. And more books lead to more knowledge, which is never a bad thing."

I tried my best to sound positive. I walked up to the trunk of the house and a purple pony greeted me. She had highlights in her mane and a cutie mark that somewhat resembled a compass.

"Hi there, my name is Twilight Sparkle. Are you here for the job and room?"

I was shocked at how she already knew why I was here.

"Why yes actually, how did you know?"

She smiled and said "We really don't have many visitors to the library, so I had a feeling it would be the first pony to show up."

I could sense the disappoint in her voice that her smile tried to hide. Then I thought to myself, "A library without many visitors, why would she need a second librarian then?". There was no real use in complaining however. According to the job ad all I had to do was organize books and the room was complimentary. For a few hundred bits of course. It was a steal though, and as she opened the door and showed me my quarters, I was astounded by the vast amount of books on the wall.

"Now this is your little slice of home."

She said with another smile, "Spike used to sleep here but he wanted a new sleeping area so we decided to rent it out."

"Who's Spike if I may ask?" I said with a puzzled look.

"He's the baby dragon I take care of. Well, heh, not so much a baby but he's pretty young."

I couldn't believe it. Hundreds maybe thousands of books, a new home, a chance with Rarity and a "baby" dragon? I almost passed out with excitement.

"Wow that's...incredible." I said it with the utmost sincerity.

"And don't mention this but he has a crush on my friend rarity."

My heart dropped. Surely it couldn't be the same rarity I loved?

"And I'm starting to think she likes him back too. I'm proud of the little guy. I thought he never would be able to woo her honestly."

All of a sudden i could feel a fire building up in my stomach just from those words. A little dragon, getting the love of the gorgeous Rarity? Surely it was madness, a joke even! But it wasn't. That purple pony "Twilight" had told me truth, I could see it in her eyes.

"Oh that's very interesting." I was trying my best to suppress the unyielding rage I now had.

"Well, I'm assuming you must be tired from that journey, and waking up so early for the train."

Her whole tone was so damn oblivious.

"Yes it was tiring, and I think I should probably be getting some rest."

"Ok then, let me know if you need to know anything about the town, in case you happen to go out while I'm gone."

"So, your'e already leaving me alone eh?"

No doubt she was going to find Spike I suppose. I hadn't even met him yet and I already wanted to castrate him.

"Oh no its fine, this town doesn't seem too complicated." I said with a fake laugh.

"Well the offer still stands just in case. Goodbye for now then uh...Heatstroke was it?"

"Yes, Heatstroke." I replied flatly.

"Well goodbye again!" She said as she used her magic, and shut the door on the way out.

"Such a happy pony, she sure made it obvious she has some interest in me."

Of course I was only going to be involved with Rarity (if that damned dragon doesn't get in my way!) and not some librarian. But then i had an epiphany. She was clearly close friends with her, and I could use Twilight to get close to Rarity! My mood instantaneously changed, and I began to daydream about what I would do if I was alone with her.....

"Oh Heatstroke, you know exactly where to put yourself don't you?" she moaned.

"Mmrf hmf" I said from beneath her legs.

My tongue spread her open and her haunches clenched on me reflexively. She sighed with pleasure as her hot juices ran down my snout. Then she convulsed again and let out a deep hearty "oohhh...." and climaxed. She then turned around and had her tail facing me, giving me some more to work with. She began to skillfully swallow my colt hood, and somehow got it deep in the back of her throat. The heat was unbearable, and I began to thrust into her mouth. She responded by bobbing up and down in the opposite direction of my thrusts.

I started tugging on her tail, and began to taste her rump again. We moved in unison like a well oiled, lust driven machine. I spread her apart with my hooves and slid my horn inside her. She instinctively dropped her flanks down, and began a flurry of bounces on my horn. Then I gave her one good thrust and filled her mouth with my seed. She sipped it out and swallowed as she clenched down and i could feel her body suckling on my horn. Then a burst of magic sparked and shot out inside her, and she experienced the same exctasy that caused me to line her gums with love.

She lay limp on top of me, her marshmallow white fur contrasting with my reddish orange body. She had a dazed look in her gem like eyes as she said sincerely, "I love you....".

I opened my eyes. I was back in the former sleeping area of that bastard dragon who was there before. Except this time I was covered in my semen.

"Might as well take a shower now."

As I walked to the front door and covertly brought my things from outside I knew it would be my life goal to have that mare love me. No plothole of a dragon would take her away from me. And Celestia forgive me...but should that dragon be better off dead, so be it.

I thought about those words as I stepped into the shower. Rarity meant everything to me, but taking the life of another being...that was something different.

"Sacrifices must be made."

I had said that myself this morning and if it was true then...why not now? I promised myself I would do what was absolutely necessary to be with Rarity, and have my dreams come true. I turned and looked in the bathroom mirror. The face reflected was determined, serious, and teetering on the verge of sanity.

"No turning back." I told it.

Then in unison with me it replied "No turning back."

It was an odd, but simple oath that the face and I now shared.

I turned away and stepped into the tub of the shower and closed the curtains. Using little effort, my magic turned the hot water and cold water knobs, and I could feel the water flow through my mane. This was a beginning to something new, I could feel it.

"Quite the philosopher aren't you Heatstroke." I whispered.

As i worked my magic on the knobs again, the faint glow of my spell could be seen behind the water. I stepped out of the tub, and cast a quick dry spell on myself. My fur illuminated with a surprisingly bright red as I could feel the moisture disappear. As I returned to my "flat" I heard Twilight's voice; and another voice as well. I deftly shot into bed and pretended to sleep. The door gave a distinctive creak as it opened and through a slit in my partially opened eye, I saw Twilight....and that dragon.

"Twi, don't tell me what to do okay? I know what I'm doing."

Just hearing that from him, I could already tell he was self absorbed. If it wasn't for me pretending to sleep I probably would have strangled him myself.

"Looks like our guest is more tired then I thought." Twilight said.

Her voice, it was much nicer then...Spike's, but still not as nice as Rarity.

"He looks a little strange to me honestly." Spike said.

I could feel my teeth turn to dust from grinding them so hard.

"Spike!" Twilight exclaimed, "He doesn't look strange, in fact...maybe even a bit..cu-"

As Twilight stopped mid sentence it was obvious why she did so but the damage had been done.

"Hah! I knew you liked him." Spike said.

I could imagine the smug look he had right about now.

"Well I'm fond of him Spike, but...."

"Come on Twi you can't hide that from me. Who do you think you are? You made it pretty obvious since that's all you talked about since he accepted the job."

Not only was it clear to me that Twilight had an interest in me, but it was clear as day to Spike.

"Spike! Don't wake him up! The last thing I need is for him to hear us, get wierded out and...leave."

As Twilight said those last words I could tell they left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Someponys pretty touchy huh?" Spike said with an extremely snarky tone.

I was dying to ask Twilight, "Is he always such a plothole?"

"You shouldn't really bother anyway Twi," He continued. "I doubt anyone could like you at all."

What spike said really bothered me. It was true I was loyal to Rarity, but Twilight was one of the few intelligent mares I had met, and I did see her as a possible friend. Somehow in the next 48 hours, that dragon would be out of the equation. I had enough the conversation and yawned as loud and obnoxious as I could, and made my consciousness known to them.

"For a guest he sure has poor manners." Spike said. He was sure one to talk.

"My apologies, I didn't think anypony was around." I said indifferently.

"Well that explains it." Twilight said, as if nothing had happened at all.

I could tell she was still hurting from what Spike said and I asked her if she wanted to join me on a walk.

Spike gave her a look. "No sorry. I have....books that need to be reordered."

Oh how I hated that dreadful dragon now more then ever.

"Um. Ok then Twilight, Spike, I shall see you later after my walk."

After I said that Twilight gave me a smile and a goodbye and Spike said whatever. I didn't know how long I would be able to standby and do nothing while Spike taunted Twilight. "More reason to kill him." I thought.

After a brief period of deep thought my attention shifted back to my walk and I noticed, I had no idea where the fuck I was. I regretted not asking Twilight about town locations and such but as I looked around, something caught my eye. It was a boutique. And not just any boutique, it was...Rarity's. I saw one of the lights was on, and the silhouette of mare could be seen. I was enchanted, knowing who it must be and mindlessly walked to the ground floor window. There, bending over and exposing all her glory, was the magnificent, plump...Sweetie Belle!? I almost cried out in horror, and sighed with disgust. Not only did I feel like a pedofilly, I mistook the love of my life for a foal.

I turned around and was able to barely see the library in the distance. It was dusk, but not so dark that the outskirts of the town were all hidden. I began my walk back to the library, and saw there was quite a contrast between the bustling life I saw this morning, and the eerie ghost town that was there now. As I got closer to the library I heard a peculiar sound. It seemed like a voice at first and as I walked towards the library it got louder. Then I noticed something very strange; not only was it a voice, it was also a very "heated" one as well. All the lights were off, except for the one that was in Twilight's room. I peeked inside and saw a sight I knew that I would have a hard time forgetting.

Twilight's face was covered in feces, and Spike was pumping his "foal" hood into her orifice. I could see the tears in her eyes as well as hear her moans. Just as he was about to climax he pulled out, and slapped the poor mare across the face several times on the same side, before ejaculating, and subsequently defecating on it. It was then I lost every ounce of kindness in my body, every ounce of remorse that would have caused me to possibly spare him, was now gone. And there was no way in all of Equestria, that he would get it back. Eager to end the trauma Twilight was experiencing I knocked on the front door. I could hear the sounds of hooves hitting the floor and Spike saying get in the shower, that colt is back. The way he spoke to her after what just happened, it horrified me. Could it be that this was a regular occurrence in the library? My thoughts were cut short and the door opened. Spike stared into my eyes.

"Are you going to come in? Twi's in the shower and-"

My horn pierced his skull before he even finished his sentence. He gave me a stunned look, and before he could begin to whimper I levitated him off my horn, and tore of his limbs. First his tail, then his legs, his arms, and finally his head. I looked at the bloody torso and the mess spike had left. His arms looked like they were surgically removed and I found it ironic and slightly amusing. I snickered.

"Pretty good for a first time eh?" I turned around and saw myself.

"Hey genius, are you just gonna stand outside?"

Spike was still there, limbs and all. I had only imagined his death.

"Sorry." I said. "I was just distracted because I was killing you."

That last part I muttered under my breath as I walked in the door.

"What?" He replied with a puzzled look.

"I was just saying...thank you for letting me in." I was a pretty convincing liar.

"Well your'e welcome."

He still looked confused. I wanted to wipe that look off his face so badly.

"You don't know it yet, but you'd better enjoy the next few days. Because you know what happens at the end of the week? That's your judgement day."

Then the bathroom door on the other side of the room opened, and Twilight stepped out.

The mark on her face was still there, and I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with her.

"It's getting late we should all get some rest for tomorrow right?" She sniveled quite a bit while giving her suggestion.

"Yes, that sounds like an excellent Idea." I said.

Spike said goodnight (surprisingly) and walked to his basket while Twilight went to her bed. I took out my diary from my belongings and began the ritual.

Dear Diary,

There are many types of ponies in this new town. Some are the friendlier kind, while others are the "undesirables" that I have so often encountered. But today, I found there are some beings that don't even deserve to breathe. And sometime this week, I hope to get rid of those who don't deserve a single thing from this land. Don't hate me for what I may, or may not do my friend; that is all I ask. I understand that is a silly request, but it has to be made. After all, even good friends can become bitter enemies. Hopefully we'll remain good friends for eternity. I am sorry I must cut this letter so short.

Yours in immortality,

Heatstroke

I levitated my quill back to my bags along with my diary, and closed up the latch. With that done, I fell asleep to the moonlight, the warmth of my sheets, and the surprisingly rhythmic pattern, of Twilight's sobbing.

Facile Dies

As I awoke I felt my sheets. Then I felt my magic. And strangely enough, I felt the need to write in my diary. I normally saved my entries for the night, but part of me knew it was necessary to do so. I looked at my surroundings, Twilight and Spike were still sleeping. The glow of my magic engulfed my parcel and I pulled out my diary, quill, and ink container. Dipping the quill in the ink I noticed the whole room was a glow from my spell. Focusing my energy I cast an illumination spell and my horn light up like the morning sun, turning the soft fiery glow into a bright white. As I brought my quill to the paper I felt my thoughts begin to flow out.

Dear diary,

It's peculiar thing for us unicorns; the act of waking up; magic is to us, like sight is to any other creature. It is one of the most necessary aspects of our way of life. But yet there are creatures that dont have magic, yet they still survive. This is one thing that has puzzled me. Pegasi have wings in place of magic, but they still survive. Earth ponies, have neither wings nor magic, yet they survive. If ponies can survive physically without something as important as wings, magic etc. Why can't they survive emotionally without something important like a family member or a close friend? Ponies kill themselves over emotional loss, but those in accidents, and physically lose a wing or horn or even a limb still survive. Why is it that emotions are so necessary to survival? Why do we need that outside factor of friends and family to keep us alive on the inside? WHY

"Gee that light sure is bright." Twilight said with a playful grin.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Twilight."

I felt horrible for waking her up after the night she had yesterday.

"It's fine." She said with a convincing smile. "I didn't know you had a diary."

"Yes well, it's the only thing that won't judge me as I always say."

Why am I always so damn cheery in the morning?

"Do you mind if I see it?"

"See my writing? I don't think you would like it, it's just a mere journal entry. No major story or anything." I said with a slightly defensive tone.

"Oh uh sorry then. I didn't realize it was....personal." She said a bit sadly.

I could tell I put her off with my comment.

"Here," I said with a grin on my face as I handed her the diary. "Knock yourself out."

Her eyes light up as she began to read my recent writing. The light from my spell lit up her eyes, and they changed from purple to a tinted mix of purple and blue. It reminded me of Rarity's eyes.

"This is excellent!" She said distracting me from my thoughts.

"There's no need to sugar coat it Twilight, I understand my writing is average."

"No I'm completely serious! Your thought process and development, its...amazing!"

I blushed.

At least shes having a decent start to her day. Although that bruise is still there.

"Did you ever write before this?" She asked with an eager look.

"Well, yes actually, before I came here I checked spell books, and made sure they worked and were written properly. But spell book writing is much different from actual writing, and all I did was check; Didn't need to do any official writing."

Twilight almost squealed with joy. She had good reason to do so however, as the spells that I proofread are unreleased to the public. There are even some spell books that are highly sensitive, and I've seen a few of those. But I stopped checking them after I found out myself that you receive complementary royal surveillance for a week.

"Princess Celestia told me that spell checkers get to see some pretty secret stuff.....and I was wondering.....could you give me a demonstration?"

Why not? One spell can't hurt right? But which one...Ah, a protection spell. That will give her a good show.

"Ok Twilight, but just one spell ok? And you can't tell anyone about it. Not even Spike. Understood?"

"Pony's honour." She squeed.

As my horn glowed my diary lifted up from the ground, and then magically, burst into flames. Twilight looked at me with shock and awe. Sensing she had a question, I told her the notebook itself isn't on fire, but its a protection spell.

"A protection spell?" She asked. "I thought those spells didn't do....well that." She said as she pointed to the fire.

Then, almost instantly after she pointed at my diary, a green flame set it ablaze. It was my turn to be shocked. Spike had awoken somehow, and was using his own magic fire to put out mine. And in the process, my diary was destroyed. Its pages began to brown and turn to black, as it was ripped apart by the fire. And all I could do was stand there and watch my life burn. As I looked at Spike, his face was cold and un-emotional. The indifference he was showing to my life's work and story was brutal. I almost said something, I almost called him out right there for the sick, twisted fuck he was but I didn't. After all, had I not just written about the connection of outside properties and emotions? It was then I decided to take it with stride. I gazed into the now dying fire, and let it take the last emotional part of me away. Foolishly in my adoration for the spell I cast, I paid no attention to the nearly blinding flash of light from it, nor did I recall that dragons can sense fires.

How could I have been so boastful and foolish? Well, whats done is done.....

As the fire finally faded, I looked at the pieces of ash that were left, and had a stunning resemblance to the ashes of a cremated pony. I gathered as much of it as I could in my hooves, and put it back in my saddle bag. I had both literally and figuratively buried part of myself. The whole room was silent during this, and nopony chose to give an eulogy. Then I heard some giggles, then pure laughter from none other then Spike.

"The way you carried that thing," He had to pause to try and control his laughter. "It was like you were carrying something real.....important! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

His dystopian esque punchline of "importance", could not even describe what that diary meant to me. It was far more then important.

You can always buy another one though can't you?

As that thought entered my mind, I did realize that there was a decent amount of sense behind it. It was merely a physical object, and physical objects can be replaced. However I have insufficient funds, (possibly even more then insufficient) and this librarian job doesn't pay bits, it pays for my living quarters, and in emotionally traumatic experiences. I put aside the small amount of emotional pain I was experiencing, and mustered up the courage to ask Twilight if there were any other jobs in town. Apparently, it just so happened, (almost as if it was a cliched plot device for a story) the apple family farm needed an extra hoof. From what Twilight said it would be an optional one day work deal, and the pay should be enough to cover my diary, and a weeks worth of food. Unfortunately, she never said the type of labor that the job would entail. I was finally approaching the farm, and the smell was the first thing that I noticed. It wasn't the stereo-typical, nostril melting smell of a farm, but it was nice, "frilly" apple tinted smell. There was an old mare in front of the barn house, whose pastel jade skin resembled a granny smith apple. Ironically enough that was also her name.

"Howdy there! Mah name's Granny Smith." She said kindly. "What er, can I do ya for?"

Celestia I love old people. So full of wisdom. And I can honestly say with all sincerity, I myself would like to live to as old an age as that mare appeared to be. Live out my days with an equally old Rarity.....I quickly brought my attention back to the conversation.

"Hello, I heard that you needed an extra hoof to help with the apple bucking season? That is what it's called right?"

I wasn't exactly "well read" in the apple field.

"Why'a yes actually. You can get started right away, those two ponies and the foal are mah kin. The big red one is Big Mac, the one with tha hat is Applejack, and the little one with the bow is Apple Bloom."

So they were all named after apples. How original. I smiled.

"Quite a lovely family you have there." I complimented.

"Why yes they are....just too bad bout their parents. What a shame..." She said as she shook her head. "What a shame....."

Realizing she was starting to have unpleasant memories, I walked off to meet my workmates for the day. As I approached them, they hardly noticed my presence, as they were already hard at work.

"You can start by taking there apple off the trees, and dropping them in the baskets. Can'ya do that? With your fancy magic and all?" Applejack asked.

I didn't bother to answer and I decided rather, to show them myself. I focused my energy, and was extra careful not to set anything on fire, and as the countless amounts of apples floated off the tree and into the baskets bellow, they looked on with a foal like wonder. After I finished the spell, and the baskets were filled with apples, and I was sure at this rate, I would be walking back in saddle bags filled with bits.

"That sure is some fancy stuff sugarcube." Applejack said with an appreciative look.

"Eeyup." Big Mac said.

"Hey sis, can earth ponies do apple magic too?" Applebloom said innocently.

Looking at her I thought of my past experience with Sweetie Belle and shuddered.

"Well now that that's done, what else do I have to do here?" I asked.

"Well, seems yer pretty good at taking them apples down and all. You and Big Macintosh can put them in the baskets and Applebloom and I will clean them inside. Sound good?" Applejack said.

"Eeyup." Big Mac said. I nodded my head in agreement, the two went off to the barn with the freshly picked apples.

I gathered my energy again, and brought down more apples from the tree into the basket. After a few minutes of the continuous cycle of the picking and dropping process, the job was beginning to become....monotonous. I decided to ask Big Mac if he had any knowledge of the magnificent Rarity.

"Eenope."

"You don't know anything about her?" I asked.

I suppose she isn't as popular as I previously believed.

"Sorry, but I don't really care much about her."

As I was getting ready to beat the stallion to death with the harvested apples, he added,

"Or for mares in that matter anyway."

My hidden look of anger turned into one of confusion. Such a stallion like this, surely there would be a decent amount of mares interested in him. I was glad he had no plans to woo Rarity (unlike Spike on the other hand) but not for him to not care much about mares either....surely he wasn't a colt lover? He certainly didn't make it obvious....

Of course! He's still in the box.

Surely that was the answer. But considering my theory of his sexuality being.."incognito" why would he reveal this to me?. Oh sweet Celestia don't tell me he thinks I like colts as well? I could already the feel the complications as well as the possibility of sexual tensions rise.

"But there is some ponies I do....care for of course." He said.

He was approaching me as he said this, and I slowly began to back up into the tree. As awkward as I tried to make the situation seem for him, he kept walking closer. I knew he was making a move, and he knew I could tell what he was trying to do.

When will I ever have one easy day?

The scent of apples grew noticeably stronger with each step he took towards me. He looked into my eyes, and it was then I could feel his gayness staring into my soul. As tolerant as I was of all races, and sexualities, I was not about to kiss some colt I had met for half an hour at least. He closed his eyes as he got closer, and right before he lips landed on target, they hit the tree behind. It took him less then half a second to notice and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes...you see....I'm don't exactly care for colts. I thought you knew that from before." I said with an uneasy tone.

"Oh....mah apologies partner...." He had a brooding tone as he said that and I almost felt bad for him. I was also personally stunned at how I appeared to be into colts.

After our "incident", we went back to work. I was able to continue as if nothing happened, as nothing had happened; because nothing had happened in my eyes. In Big Mac's eyes however, this was clearly something he didn't do everyday. I could tell he felt rejected for taking a chance, and everything going wrong. The worst part is that it wasn't even his fault. I rejected him. He didn't reject himself.

Almost 6 hours had gone by and the work was finally through. The girls had both finished up washing and sorting all the apples, and Big Mac was in slightly better standing then before. As I was taking down the last set of apples from the trees, I heard the voice of Applejack calling me into the barn. As I went to collect my pay for the day, she shut the barn door and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Why are you really here Heatstroke? If that's even yur name." She said with an authoritative tone.

"What are you talking about?" I responded. The last time I checked my name was Heatstroke and I was here to earn some bits because some plothole dragon burned my diary.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking bout sugarcube!" She was now shouting at me and poking me at the same time. What was highly ironic to me, is that she was insulting me and calling me a "sugarcube" at the same time. Classy.

"No I don't actually. If I did something please just tell me, and we can work whatever it is out." I said with levelheadedness.

"Your'e sick aren't you? You would just love to hear how you was peeking in on Sweetie Belle again wouldn't you?" She said.

At that moment I almost burst out laughing. I didn't think anypony had even seen my mishap, let alone think I was trying to commit pedofillyia. I tried to explain to her I had no intention of seeing Sweetie Belle for that matter either. She promptly asked for my real reason for being there. That of course I wasn't going to say. She was friends with Rarity and there was no way I was going to be known as a "peeping pony". I began to stutter as I had no real response to her question, and she subsequently hog tied me and pinned me to the ground. I wasn't going to be known as the pony who was taken down by a mare either. I used my magic and sent her flying through the barn wall, and untied my self with it as well. As I stood outside the hole I had created, the other three members of the apple family were staring at me. With a roll of his eyes Big Mac calmed his sister down, and promised to Apple Bloom and her grandmother he would handle it. The three of us strolled back into the barn, and Applejack laid down the claims as soon as her younger sister was out of earshot.

"This fella here! He tried rape Sweetie Belle!" She said as she pointed at me.

Apparently I had also attempted rape as well.

"Now hold on there A.J." Big Mac said. "See Heatstroke here had a conversation with me...and he isn't exactly a foal lover."

"Well that's not what Apple Bloom says! She saw him walk to the boutique and peek inside the window and fell down and ran off." Applejack said with a clear "I told you so sugarcube" tone.

"Now sis.....are you really gonna believe what Apple Bloom says? For all you an' I know she could be trying to get that darned cutie mark again."

"Well!" Applejack paused and recanted the proof behind Big Mac's argument. "Sigh, fine I suppose your'e right....sorry sugarcube. I'm just a tad bit protective about my lil' sis an all." Big Mac cocked an eyebrow. "Ok so a bit more maybe." She said with a smile. "Wait right here, I got something for all the trouble I put ya through."

As she walked out of the barn, I turned to Big Mac and said "Thanks. For covering for me and all. Not that I was doing anything in the first place." He smiled, and then replied "Yer welcome. But I do have one question. Why were you at the boutique so late at night anyway?"

Considering the secret Big Macintosh had told me earlier today, I figured it was time I told him mine. I told him about my love for Rarity, why I asked him about her and, why I was really at the boutique.

"Hah, I knew it was some silly thing that Apple Bloom had seen."

Yes and next time she'd better mind her own damn business. I don't want to have to deal with another event like this again.

Applejack walked back in the room, carrying a lightly used saddlebag which had a nice helping of apples, cider, and bits.

"There's 300 bits in there for the work you done today, and an extra hundred to keep what happened between us a family secret." she said with a wink.

"Thank you, I'm sure those apples will be delicious." I said.

"Well ya did pick most of them sugarcube. Least I could do." Applejack said, still sounding a bit embarrassed.

As I took the saddle from her and put it on I could instantly feel the shift in weight, and I almost staggered around.

She really wasn't kidding when she said 400 bits.

I said my final goodbyes to the many "apples" of Sweet Apple Acres but there was still one thing that felt missing to me. Before I walked outside the pony shaped hole in the wall I turned to Big Mac, and did one of the last things I was expecting too. I kissed him on the check; in a friendly way of course. Applejack's mouth hit the floor as Big Mac smiled at me. I then walked away in content silence. However, that silence disappeared as I walked away to the top of the dirt road, that led to the farm.

"A.J....there's something I need to tell you."

Apparently Big Mac had decided to utilize my courage. All seemed well that afternoon. I would be picking up some flowers and finally decide to bring something for that gorgeous mare.

Rarity....I almost got into a lot of trouble because of you....but you are worth it of course.

Sometimes I honestly believe she can hear me when I think things like that. Maybe she can. As I entered the town square, I saw a bouquet, and walked up to the light blue pony running the stand. She had a rainbow colored mane and I was slightly fascinated by the plethora of colours it had. I then pointed to the flowers.

"How much is it for these?" I asked

"Ten bits. Hope the pony getting them likes them." As she said that, I noticed her cutie mark had a cloud and a lightning bolt. It was always a rare occurrence when you saw a Pegasus is Fillydelphia, but here they showed up like clockwork. I took the flowers and levitated them to my saddle bag. Roses. Highly cliched. All I needed now was some chocolate and a heart shaped box. But as cliched as it seemed, it was cliched. Something wasn't right. It was almost....too perfect of a day, besides the action of this morning. But that was minor compared to the rest of the "perfect" day. I began to hold my belongings closer to me in paranoia. Then I saw a glint in the street corner. The odds were against me again. It was (surprise surprise!) Spike. But he wasn't alone this time. A cotton candy colored pony was there and had what looked like a crystal in her hoof. But it wasn't. I recognized it, the shape, colour, it was crystal alright. But not the "legal" kind crystal. It was meth. Apparently the saying I heard from my foal hood was true, drugs really are everywhere. But this was something I could use. Drugs were never an attractive thing for any pony, and those who used them were looked down upon by everypony. It was time to get my revenge.

"GUARDS! GUARDS! THIS PONY IS IN POSSESSION OF ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Almost instantaneously the royal guards appeared and as that pink pony tried to escape, she was tackled by the guards. Spike on the other hand being a minor was going to be escorted back to the library. As the pony was whisked away by the guards I recalled the sentence for selling illegal substances to minors. Or punishment rather. Execution. Quick and simple. But not as simple as I thought. The guards found out I was the closest relation to Spike in the area, and I was stuck with walking him back to the library. Oh it brought me such joy to see the tears in his eyes when I told him a pony was going to be killed because of him. And he believed it too. I may have seen like a sick bastard of a pony, but the exacerbation of my happiness was worth it. He even sniffled the word Pinkie Pie once or twice, apparently that was her name. We finally approached the library door, and my feeling of victory grew as I opened it. Twilight almost had a heart attack when I told her what had just occurred. When she asked who the other pony was I responded with a nonchalant "Pinkie Pie" I then reminded Twilight of the death sentence the pony would be facing. When I finished my sentence, I heard words I thought I would never hear from Twilight.

"SPIKE! HOW COULD YOU!!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE FUCKING DONE! DO HAVE ANY CELESTIA DAMNED IDEA, OF ANYTHING YOU'VE CAUSED!" I tried to hide my laughter.

"But...Twi I honestly didn't-" She cut Spike of like the sudden drop a guillotine blade.

"DIDN'T WHAT!? YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THE FACT THAT MAYBE I ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT PINKIE!? YOU FUCKING FORCED HER TO BAKE YOU METH! YOU'VE PUSHED EVERYONE IN ALL OF FUCKING EQUESTRIA AROUND TO DO WHAT YOU WANT! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE GETTING DECAPITATED! YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD! NOT MY FRIENDS, NOT ANYPONY IN THE WHOLE WORLD! CAUSE IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU RIGHT? WELL WHY DON'T YOU KILL YOURSELF! YOUR'E ALREADY A SELFISH MOTHERFUCKING SO FUCKING END YOU LIFE FOR ALL OF US! DO ALL OF EQUESTRIA A FAVOR YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

And with that Spike ran off to the top section of the library, and as Twilight slowly started to cool down, she began to break down and cry. Apparently that wasn't just some random street dealer pony after all. I felt remorseful for both Pinkie Pie and Twilight (particularly for Pinkie Pie) but it was worth it. Spike had been humiliated, and put back in his place, like the worthless animal he was. I walked over to Twilight, who was sobbing on the floor, levitated one of the roses out of the bouquet, and gave it her. I began to stroke her mane and give her words of comfort, even though she and both knew, words could not erase what would be happening in the morning. And when Twilight's tears turned into to simple breaths and she was finally asleep, I magically lifted her to her bed, and gently laid her down with the rose I had given her. All the while the light from my horn illuminated my face, and as her sheets began to glow from my magic and they were put in place of me to comfort her; I said with a solemn smile "goodnight Twilight Sparkle". I was unsure if she had heard me or not, but part of me hoped that she did.

Principio Finis

There was something different about today. I knew it from the instant that I had woken up, but in my sluggish state it took me quite some time to pinpoint what it was precisely. I usually recalled those types of things but for some Celestia forsaken reason I just couldn't manage to do so today. But then like a flash of lightning I remembered it all. Watching my diary burn, working on Sweet Apple Acres, and watching Spike cry in front of Twilight and myself. While I pictured that last detail a grin lit up my face. Seeing that mental image of him bawling only made it more enjoyable. My grin soon became a wide smile, and that smile almost turned into laughter. And it would have been a laugh on on any other given day. But this day of course, was a very different day.

It was an execution day, and the last execution day ever recorded was almost one thousand years ago. And that was a very special day indeed; for not only did it mark the true ending of the Lunar Rebellion, it was originally going to be the execution of Princess Luna. Now, all the textbooks and records say that she was banished from the Greater Solar Kingdoms and sent to the moon, but there is more to that foalhood tale then meets the eye. I firmly believe Luna was meant to be executed that day and would have been. The reasoning? The other conspirators in the Lunar Rebellion had either fled or were captured and killed. Luna would have executed but she was able to flee to the moon. How she did it was beyond me, but I would be surprised if Princess Celestia herself had a hand in her escape. Regardless of this tale that was the last recorded execution date; or any real date of that era.

As much as I would like to find out what happened there is still no solid history, or evidence. But there are some things I do know for a fact; such as Pinkie Pie is going to be killed, and tomorrow I would end that worthless dragon's life. I honestly don't know what I am going to do after his death, nor do I have any idea of how I would even try to make an advance on Rarity later on. And there was one thing that still puzzled me. While I would eventually kill Spike (I had no moral qualms or questions about the matter) how would I get away with it? Both the forest or the mountains have treacherous terrain and make for excellent hiding spots; it would attract far too much suspicion if his body were to be found.

Or I could falsify a suicide.

I considered that thought and it came to me that the only problem with that theory is the lack of Spikes "suicidal" motives. The loss of a drug supply was too.....far-fetched and feeble to be a legitimate explanation for suicide; even for an emotionally immature and unstable dragon. I know now all of the who's, and what's, and why's, where's and when's; but I hadn't the slightest idea of how........

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As my crusted eyes remained shut, I took in a breath of air through my nose, and I immediately smelt roses.

Heatstroke had laid those for me. I sleepily recalled.

He cares about me right?

Of course he does Twilight, don't be silly.

And besides, his care is greater then anyponys; and especially over Spike.

I shouldn't have taken that baby dragon in the first place, I should have just left him Princess Celestia, and there and everything would have been taken care of. But noooo you want to be Mrs. Nice Pony and just had to take him with you.

I thought of how life would be without him. I could see no reason for him to be with me anymore. But some part of me yearned to be with him. I think it was his presence, no just the presence of somepony else was what I needed. I think Princess Celestia knew that too, that's why she made me move to Ponyville and wanted me to write those friendship reports. But now I hardly write to her at all! It's like my whole life now has somehow become perfect, and now everypony else has friendship problems and reports to send her.

But my life isn't perfect is it?

No. It was far from it.

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Just as I began to ponder on the how aspect of my problem I heard a rustle in Twilight's bed. I knew by now she must be awake but I wondered, how does she feel emotionally? Losing a diary was a major event for me but losing a dear friend, surely that would leave a different "aftertaste".

And having to witness the execution doesn't exactly provide therapy either.

I still couldn't grasp that law. Being forced to watch the death of your friend, as an example of what not to do. But laws were laws, and rules were rules, but this was one rule that I didn't need to follow; and I have the greater task of plotting. Now, Twilight shouldn't have any doubts as to why I don't want to attend the execution but I have a strong feeling I won't be alone in the library. Twilight won't want to be anywhere near Spike anytime soon, so she'll most likely force him to stay home.

So you know you can't use the house. Where else can you go to think?

If I'm going to create a fool-proof plan to kill that bastard, I'll have to keep my distance until the time is right. I heard a rustle from Twilight's bed again and I looked in her direction. I didn't know what to think as I looked at her. I still had the guilt of being involved in what would soon be her friends death. A sick feeling started to conjure up inside of me and I nearly vomited. It was odd. I could handle intense amounts of blood, but I still couldn't shake emotional pain. Or perhaps with an increased blood lust, a lack of emotion would occur. In order to achieve this blood lust I would have to kill. Of course I can't just go around and kill everypony in sight in order to achieve this; I need to be able to kill and not get caught. The forest would be the most obvious place to do this, as it is filled with creatures and happens to be a secluded location.

Am I really going to do this? Kill furry creatures who have no relation to the situation? Sacrifices must be made.

I became empowered by my thought of sacrifice. It provides.....a comfort to me. How this phenomena happened I have no idea. I was going to become an animal serial killer for the sake of love.

But was it really love? Or lust?

I knew how to answer that question. It was both. I wanted to have my colthood in every crack and crevice of that mare's body, as well provide an equally desirable amount of affection. I did love her, and wanted eternity with her no matter what sacrifice or cost. Billions of lives could never have an equivalent to one of hers.

And what about the value of Twilight's life?

I didn't bother to answer.

"Oh uh.....good morning Heatstroke." Twilight nearly whispered.

"Good morning Twilight." I said back. "I'm...going to be stepping out now if that's O.K. with you."

"Actually Heatstroke......I was....wondering, if you could accompany me today? To the......"

I felt horrible just hearing her say that; and felt even worse with my response.

"I really would Twilight honestly.....but I get queasy at the sight of blood." I lied through my teeth with that statement.

"Oh that's fine then," She gave a little nervous laugh. "You can leave now I suppose...." Her laugh returned to its depressed state once more.

I walked out of the library as fast as I could. I had no need to stay there any longer and only bring her more pain. Perhaps I would make that up to her later; somehow. Although I don't understand what can make up for the loss of Pinkie Pie. After shutting the door as well as ending that thought, I slowly trotted in a death march like style, to the Everfree Forest. As I was walking to the forest I saw the different colored ponies in the streets. Some were brighter colors like neon green, sky blue, yellow and white. While others that I saw had much darker colors, shades of brown, dark red, and a couple of blacks. I must have seen hundreds of ponies. I wondered then, what if a pony's color represented their general emotional structure? Darker ponies posses darker thought, such as Princess Luna for example, and lighter ponies have kindred spirits, and represent purity. Where would I fit in then? I'm a brighter orange red mix, therefore I should be on the purer end of the spectrum. Yet despite all of this, I yearn to kill for lust and love and see no value in certain types of life. And even as I state this now, I'm okay with that.

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Well I can see why he left. He has a kind heart and soul. No pony wants to watch another die.

Or he might just not want to be with you.

But why? He did bring you a gift.

Right. And I need to repay him for that. Today I will make my move.

Just a shame that Pinkie won't be here.

Ohh why Celestia why! Why couldn't it have been Spike instead of her!

I started to cry again. And as my tears fell on my sheets, I gently put my hoof on the rose and felt his hoof touching back.

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After my self mental examination, I was finally on the outskirts of the forest and recalled why I was there. Part of me still couldn't believe why I was there in the first place.As I walked past the first few bushes and went deeper into the forest, I gradually noticed some signs of life. There was a small bunny trotting around, as well as some squirrels, and a few butterflies. Some animals were peeping out of trees and watching me. I'm sure they were saying amongst themselves, "This one looks suspicious, watch out.". Not wanting to waste anytime I made haste and started the deed. The soft red glow of my horn could be seen, and the same glow was subsequently seen around the rabbit. At first I gently began to lift it up in the air, but then I noticed it was starting to struggle. All the other woodland critters just gazed in my direction, wondering what would become of the creature that was somehow floating a foot above the ground. I eventually began to feel him struggle even more.

I tightened my magical grip on him, but it just made him struggle even harder. His legs were kicking more intensely by the second and I could imagine it would begin to scream soon. Anticipating that, I concentrated on its jaw and tore it off it's face. It started to writhe and shake much more violently, and with the new open space in its mouth; I slowly began to pull it's intestines up and out through that hole. It started to choke as this happened, and it's white coat was now painted blood red. The bunny started to cringe as it's small and large intestines were slowly siphoned out. As the last part of the intestine was out, it made a distinct suction noise; much like the pull out of a phallus. To my surprise however, the creature was still alive. It's chest was bobbing up and down, and I could hear a raspy sound coming from what was left of it's mouth. I wanted to put as much torture as possible on this animal as practice to what I would do to Spike, I then forcibly compressed the animals lungs with magic. As it's last breaths were literally squeezed out, the bunny's pupils dilated and then popped out of their sockets with a squelching sound. A small trickle of blood followed from it's skull and the creature was finally dead.

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O.K Twilight get a grip. Just stay calm, take deep breathes and you should be able to phase out whats going on.

As that thought passed through, my mind began to wander; and I thought of what Fluttershy must be doing now.

"Is something wrong dear?" Rarity asked me.

Obviously. Our friend is about to be slaughtered by some guards and you think something may wrong.

"Oh not...uh...not really Rarity. Just wondering when our dear friend Fluttershy is going to be tagging along." I gave her half the truth. Not a big difference though right?

"She should be here any time soon Twilight." Rainbow interjected.

I looked at Applejack and wondered if she would have any input on our conversation.

"It's weird; this whole situation." I said.

"It feels like Pinkie is just gonna pop out of nowhere and say Surprise time for a party! Except she won't....."

Everypony else looked down at the ground as we were walking to the castle including myself. I just thought about her and her trademark laugh, and it gave me a small sense of comfort.

Why in Celestia's name was this happening to such a kind pony like Pinkie Pie?

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I looked at the carcass that just lay on the ground. Seeing the damage that I had done to that bunny made me feel even colder then before. I could feel my perception of things start to change, as well as a feeling of readiness. I no knew the time was right to go after Spike.

"Angel? Where are you? Please don't hide from momma again."

Hearing that voice shocked me, and it was obvious that somepony was nearby. I was so careful not to make any sounds that would reveal my location, and I tiptoed my way out of the heart of the forest; and back to the outer shrubbery. I faintly heard that same voice calling "Angel" again; but I didn't bother to pay any attention to it. There were more important things that would, and must be done.

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"Well, if it ain't Fluttershy." Applejack said.

I for one was amazed at how fast Fluttershy made it to Canterlot, considering it took us a lengthy amount of time for us to walk there.

Well she is a Pegasus.

But this is Fluttershy we're talking about, not Rainbow Dash. Something's up.

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As I was walking past the town bazaar I heard what sounded like a high pitched scream. I knew somepony would find that rabbit's body; but I didn't predict screams over it. I gradually picked up my pace and the library slowly became within my reach. As I approached the base of the tree my body started to become tense and rigid. I knew then, it was time for my finest hour.

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Somehow Fluttershy was already in tears. She had cuts and leaves on her and it seemed she flew right out of the forest. Pinkie wasn't even dead yet and she was already falling apart. We all asked her what had happened and she just whimpered "Angel...." and went right back to crying. I looked at my friends who stood like statues around me, and noticed we were starting to make a scene. Rarity and Applejack noticed this as well and coaxed Fluttershy inside while Rainbow and I went inside the castle. All the other ponies started filing in like automated toys and I sighed.

This was really happening.......

The crowd quieted down slightly, and Pinkie......was brought out in a guillotine. As she was being rolled out she was....smiling. She would actually happy until the day she died. Knowing that made me feel a tad bit better about her situation. Princess Celestia soon appeared at the top of the steps with two guards. They quickly moved into place, with one guard standing beside the guillotine, and the other standing directly behind Pinkie.

Why is he standing there?

Oh please Celestia don't tell me he's going to do....that.

Princess Celestia cleared her throat and the crowd became hushed.

"My fellow ponies, we are gathered here today to witness the death of a mare. There is no way I could possibly put this lightly so I'm just going to say it. It pains me to see one of the ponies I've grown so fond of up here; having to die in front of you today. This should not be happening. But as per the Equestrial laws, it has to happen."

She then turned to my still smiling friend.

"Pinkamena Diane Pie.......you have been found guilty of selling illegal substances to a minor and possession of drug paraphernalia. You are hereby sentenced to death, as well as forced penetration."

I couldn't believe my ears! I couldn't begin to imagine the humiliation that would ensue in her final hours. I also couldn't believe Princess Celestia was allowing this to happen! She just said it herself, Pinkie was a mare she was fond of.....yet she was letting her die. I'm sure if it was her sister up there, about to be decapitated and raped, it would be a completely different situation.

Now that I think of it....Luna was supposed to be killed similarly during the reign of the Solar Empire. But she wasn't of course.....and when did the Solar Empire fall anyway?

Celestia looked straight at the guards and gave them a short nod and looked away. The first guard immediately mounted Pinkie, and with short concise thrusts he raped her. I saw Celestia's face; despite how much she tried to hide it as Pinkie started to scream in pain. My own mentor was letting this happen, and there wasn't a thing I could do, to stop it. Whats worse is that I could see Pinkie's face. Her mouth was gaping open in pain and she started to scream. My blood curdled and I felt a chill shoot down my spine. I would never ever forget that feeling. I could see the guard slamming himself inter her flanks and....he was enjoying it. I knew it....and Princess Celestia knew it too. I.....I could see the second guard start to get aroused as well. How could the princess do this?

Although it was the guards hurting Pinkie not her.

But Celestia is in charge.

They guards are just obeying orders right?

But its Celestia who gives orders.

I don't even have anypony to blame for whats happening!

Ugggghhhh!

The second guard...his colthood had extended and was clearly visible now. And I swear, I saw him glance at the princess for.....permission. Whats worse is that the bitch nodded back! And not in a "Oh that's taking it too far." manner; she did it....in a "Yes that's perfectly acceptable!" way! She was probably in heat as this was going on too....and then to my disgust...the second guard started to rub his penis on Pinkie's distraught face.Then.....he just shoved it right into her eye and.....her eye burst. I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt my whole body convulse, and it felt like my organs begin to spill out. My throat started to burn, and looked at my friends for relief. All four of them; Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy; they weren't even looking anymore! The whole time I was the only pony of our group watching......what was wrong with me? Even with Pinkie screaming right now.....I'm still watching...... The second guard started to tense up, and I could see he was going to climax soon. I could barely see the first guards face, and it looked like he was going to do the same. Pinkie Pie on the other hoof.........I can't even begin to describe that look. That face full of anguish and despair......why her? Why not me?.......in fact.....I wish it was me up there. Having my flanks ravished by Heatstroke......his hooves yanking on my tail.....my desire turned into despair, and I began to cry. What the fuck is wrong with me?!......

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I was finally at the door. This was it. But then... I started to become anxious. But how? I was cold now, heartless even. But that was just for now of course. Rarity wouldn't love anypony without a hear. I took one last deep breath, and savored the outside air. I pushed open the door and was met with a sight I couldn't even begin to imagine. It was Spike all right. But he wasn't alright. He had a few cuts on his arms, and he slowly turned to me; lifted one claw up to his neck, and slashed his throat right before my very eyes. A powerful jet stream of blood sent his battered body to the ground, and his red life force was splattered not only on the floor; but also on the door, windows, and my face. I tasted it.....and it was delicious. It wasn't delicious in a tasteful way, it was delicious in an......emotional way. That bitter taste was more filling then any meaningless meal I had ever had. But there wasn't enough for my taste. I wanted more. I looked at the body before me, and without an ounce of pity for the dead; I used my horn and punctured his stomach.

As I pulled it back out, more blood was spilt. I focused my magic on the hole and spread it apart even further. His scales started to crack from the pressure; and I stuck my hoof inside the now enlarged hole. I looked at his face for a response, but I didn't get one. Continued to stretch it out and it was eventually the size of his midsection. I looked back at his face again, and I could tell it was mocking me. I removed my hoof from inside him, and a few small drops of blood; dripped back inside him. Then, with all my might, I brought that hoof down into his face. It contorted inward and made a crunching sound. I felt a sharp pain in my hoof but it was quickly dulled. As I pulled it back I noticed that the cut in my hoof, was from the scales and bones, that protruded from his face. And just like that, I was done with him.

The way I dealt with him was slightly less eloquent, and much more brutal then I expected I'll admit that. But it still didn't change the outcome. Spike was dead. His blood was on my hands the floors and the walls. There was no denying it, but there was no need to deny it either. I can honestly say I am satisfied with what I have just done. I now have a much greater, sense of pride.

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Oh! I still can't even bring myself to properly mourn my own friend! I'm so selfish... that's why. I'm a selfish, worthless pony who only thinks of herself. And I'm a horrible friend too. I really should be the one up there shouldn't I?

But I'm far too scared to do so.

And just then....the two guards climaxed. The one behind Pinkie came first and let out a grunt. Pinkie started to go into shock as this happened, and as she cringed her face tightened, and she inadvertently caused the second guard to fill up the bloody orifice that was formerly an eye socket; with semen. I could see Pinkie start to grow faint from the pain....and as both guards pulled out....Celestia dropped the guillotine blade. And that blade....it moved so....slow. It must have defied the laws of physics; the way it just creeped down Pinkie's neck. As the blade finally reached the target....I saw one single tear fall from her face. That same exact tear drop, the last thing to come from Pinkie's body, hit the ground at the exact time that the guillotine did. I felt myself heave and I vomited yet again while the cruel world around me went dark.

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My heartbeat finally started to slow from it's unpony rate. As the pounding turned into a gentle tapping, I looked around and assessed the damage. One dead dragon, and probably a few pints of blood.

Not too bad.

I looked back at his body again, and noticed there was something protruding from underneath. I was somehow, drawn to it. As I levitated the object up more coagulated blood dripped off, and it's form was revealed. It was a spiral notebook. I used my magic and removed the rest of the blood. I looked at the glow of the book from my magic, and noticed it's color was not much different from the blood that was on; and around me. I opened up the book and tried my best to ignore the smell. In crude handwriting was Dear Diary.

Cyan. Really?

I was able to infer fairly quickly that this was Spike's diary. And just as I was prepared to ignite it, (as vengeance for my own diary) I decided to read it. Skimming the first page I noticed he had decent pencoltship, but this had to be due to the extensive amount of writing he undertook on a daily basis. But his grammatical structure sang a different tune. It wasn't even in a true diary style, it was simply a record of events with a diary heading.

Went to sugarcube corner, saw Pinkie Pie she looked nice. Saw Rarity, had to hide erection.

"Worthless." I said. And as I finished my sentence I turned directly to Spike, "Just like you."

I flipped through it's pages once again and looked towards the back end of the book, but this time something caught my eye. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I read it again and again; but it still contained the same text.

I know why Rarity doesn't like me anymore. Pinkie tried to tell me this, I should have listened to her. Rarity is a lesbian......and she used me. She used me to shower her with gifts and tokens of love, to fulfill her every whim, and this whole time I thought I had a chance. Pinkie really was the only one I can trust. Unlike the others. Might as well eat those crystals that bitch gave me. They don't look like normal gems though, and she said not to eat them when another pony is around. Filthy mare. I don't have to listen to you anymore.

I looked at the entry date. It was the same date as when I first came to the library.....surely Rarity wasn't gay?

She couldn't be.

And those "crystals" it couldn't be meth right?

But it makes sense doesn't it? Spike must have had them when you went out for your walk....

"Which explains why he went insane on Twilight." I said aloud.

It all came together at that moment. Spike was the victim. Twilight Sparkle was a victim. But Rarity, she was an aggressor. Spike was a pawn, much like I may be if I maintain my love for her. I flipped another page subconsciously, and saw the final entry of the "diary". It was yesterday.

My plan...my foolproof plan....it failed. It was so simple, just find Pinkie Pie, get the crystals from her and hand them to Twilight for examination. But that colt...Heat whatever his name was got us caught. I should have told him the truth about Rarity. But all those things he wrote about her (He read my journal?.....) He really does "love her." He wouldn't believe Rarity's true colors even if everypony in town told him. But now....Pinkie is going to die....all because of Rarity. Her existence has made mine hell. I have no reason to suffer any longer. She's caused me to hurt Twi and that was too much.....and not even Twilight will forgive me for it. I can't even forgive myself. This is my final goodbye.

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I slowly came to my senses and saw the others huddled around me.

"You alright sugar cube?" Applejack asked.

I looked around, and it finally registered that we were in one of Princess Celestia's private rooms. In a private bed as well. Then the image of poor Pinkie Pie losing her head flashed in my mind. Tears flowed like a stream from me at that point.

"Yes girls," I said with a smirk. "I'm just fucking great."

I looked outside and saw it was almost noon, and looked at my friends astonished faces.

"I'm gonna nap now alright?"

And with tears still rolling down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and lay back against the pillows. I buried my face in them, and just wished for my friend back.

Deorum et Equas

I had no idea of how much time had passed. I gazed out the private room's window, and the sun was beginning to kiss the ground.

Do you think that nap was long enough?

Yes it was I suppose. After all, don't want Heatstroke worrying too much right? I scanned the room, and no pony was in my vicinity.

They have to go home at some point to Twilight....

Lifting up the bed sheets, I started to wonder what it would be like if Pinkie was still here. I stopped myself. I knew it would only bring more pain if I thought about this morning. It crossed my mind to converse with Princess Celestia before I left....but she didn't deserve it. What she did to me....no. What she did to PInkie is unacceptable. I can't bring myself to respect her anymore. There is a select group of ponies that deserve my respect: my friends. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy...and Heatstroke.

I you respect him why not see him...

Yes that would bring up my spirits! I rolled off the bed and somehow landed on my hooves. I realized I was in a better mood now and it was up to me to make the best of it. My horn started to glow, and I concentrated on the library. Seconds later I was there, along with a popping sound. I hurriedly looked around the room, and Heatstroke was in his bed. Nothing else mattered now, just him. Then with a surge of unyielding confidence, I skipped to his bedside and planted a kiss on his lips.

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What the fuck?

I was startled, and as my eyes opened I saw Twilight on my bedside, her tongue in my throat. I don't know what happened to me then, but I naturally started kissing back. I almost pulled away at first, but I remembered; Rarity swings a different way. With the only mare I ever loved no longer an option, I decided to settle for this one. She opened her eyes and we were both staring at each other. She climbed on the bed without a word and her business end was facing my snout. She then told me in an embarrased tone,

"I hope you don't uh...mind this."

I shook my head side to side and answered with a definitive no.

"Also....its O.K if your'e....rough." I could she was very flustered now.

This wasn't what I was expecting to hear though, particularly after her experience with Spike a few days ago. No matter. We both needed to relieve stress. I was slightly unsure however, that this was the best way to do so. I quickly abandoned that thought and got lost in her tail. I followed the single purple streak with my hoof, and it led to her soft but firm rump. My hooves waltzed to her cutie marks, and she let out a giggle. Her flanks compressed, and some of her juices dribbled out. They were sweet in taste and had a gentle warmth. I felt her start to lick the head of my colthood, and she pushed her tongue in the tip. She started to get even more wet from this, and my horn was involuntary lubricated. I started acting without thought and brushed her tail aside. I rammed my horn inside her warm cavern and she flinched. She pulled off my "head" and I almost climaxed. She turned to look at me and responded with a sultry smile. And those eyes...much more beautiful then any gem...they could pull the most faithful of colts to her bedroom. I could see the fiery desire in them and while she returned to "business" I encountered nervousness.

It was quickly washed away by the tightness of her haunches on my horn. I pulled it out halfway, and it squeezed all of it's grooves. The combination of liquidity and tightness on my horn was too much to handle, and it started to glow it's trademark color. This of course was a sign that it wouldn't be too long before it discharged. Twilight being adept at magic knew this, and she lifted her flanks off it, simultaneously turned to face me and let the magical cumshot tickle her face. The "semen" quickly faded into dust and she smiled. Despite the highly lucrative act we were committing, she still made it seem so...innocent. In an attempt to return the favor, my tongue reluctantly met the base of her purple horn, and it was....interesting. There was no known taste I could compare it too (I had never tasted a unicorn horn prior to this.) but it had a...candy like flavor. She started to moan and I apparently suckling on it had quite a profound effect. using my hooves, I massaged the rest of her horn; and more of her steamy liquids streamed out onto my colthood and she....hugged me. I licked that tasty horn again, and she almost crushed my ribs as her magic was dispersed into the air. With a dazed look on her face, she kissed me again and guided my third leg inside her. I felt like I was melting. She placed her hooves on my chest, and started to grind her hips against mine. Not to be outdone, I tugged on her tail and she grinned.

She's very happy now....but how would she react to the news of Spike?

I nearly went limp at that thought and immediately pushed it out. The unbearable heat from her insides perked me back up again and I thrusted inside her.

"Hah....harder..." She could barely speak properly between her moans of pleasure.

I yanked on her tail, and she automatically tightened her grip on my "horn". It was exctasy. With my free hoof, I slapped her cutie mark.

"Ahhh,...." She almost screamed.

"Do it again......please!"

She must have highly sensitive marks. I hit the same spot again, and pulled her tail at the same time. She yelped and I noticed she was crying; not in sadness, but in excitement, in pure joy. Seeing her happy after all she had been through....it made me happy too... I knew if I gave her another slap like that she would climax but I wanted this to last a bit longer. I gave her plot a few more thrusts, pulling out all the way and sliding it in all the way each time. By the eighth thrust it was far too much for me and I smacked her flanks as hard as I could.

And with a sexual roar we both came for what felt like minutes. Then like newborn foals, we collapsed on the damp sheets, our need for air was all that kept us awake. Without a word between us; Twilight gazed deep into my eyes, and fell asleep. I would have fallen asleep with her, but I had work to do. Spike's body (it was really just remains now) was already buried and hidden in the Everfree forest. How I even managed to bury him before Twilight returned before twilight got back is beyond me. I crept out of the bed and walked over to my saddle bag, and pulled out Spike's diary. I didn't even know that little book existed before today, and in the course of a few hours it's become oh so important. Lets see...from Spike's writings, seems that it's just Rarity that cannot be trusted. Although he did allude that there is perhaps another "bad apple". Rarity abused Spike for personal gain, but there is no record of any pony else being clearly involved with her. Something was very off. If no pony else (besides the "charming" Rarity) was abusing him, how could he have hinted that there was another pony who couldn't be trusted? Perhaps....it was Pinkie Pie who knew this. She cared enough to warn Spike in a vain attempt about Rarity, and she even helped him with his failed plot.

So she was out....and dead anyway. If Pinkie Pie wasn't the other "conspirator" who was? What if there was more then one?

What could Rarity gain besides trinkets and flowers? How did Pinkie know Rarity was a lesbian?

So many questions. I can't exactly go to each pony individually and ask them questions. Far too suspicious. Then again....with Rarity being in the closet and all, how did Pinkie Pie find out? I'm sure Pinkie was smart, but not that smart. Rarity had to have been caught in a sexual act of some sort. But if that is true, and that's how she was found out, who would she rut with? I know as a fact she wouldn't have chosen anypony outside her circle of friends (it said so in one her bio's), so who was it? Twilight and Pinkie Pie were clearly out of the picture. Applejack had quite a reaction when she found out there was more to Big Macintosh; couldn't be her. The only ponies left were Rainbow Dash and....Fluttershy. (I believe those were their names.) This doesn't solve everything of course. Spike had a deep hatred for Rarity and he would have outed her. But why didn't he? Ah, those crystals, had to be a bribe. She probably hoped he would get hooked on them, and she would be the only source for more. That wasn't the case of course; what happened to Pinkie is proof of that. If I was going to get any further in my personal investigation, it would be finding out who that lover is.

Just why are you so concerned about this anyway? You have no place or need to be involved in this.

Unless this was just my form of redemption. To try to make up for the deaths of Pinkie Pie and Spike. Wait....I'm the only one who knows that Spike is gone....I could use that to my advantage. Rarity would be paying for her crimes in no time.

There would be justice....

But what about my crimes?

Wouldn't I have to pay for what I did to Spike and that rabbit?

I thought about that. Much longer then I normally would have. I...I understood if I was caught and charged, I would face the penalties. It was....the right thing to do. It's what Twilight, not Rarity would want me to do. It finally dawned on me that I possibly....had regrets. For, virtually killing Pinkie, letting Spike kill himself, and that rabbit.... Looking back....I could have stopped Spike. I should have stopped him. But what would I have done if I did? I had no prior knowledge of his diary or this situation of events. If he hadn't slit his throat I would have disemboweled him again. It didn't matter now; all these sudden feelings of "remorse" I was starting to have. Nopony can raise the dead. What's done is done, and the sacrifices have been made.

Was it really me who killed them? They were having all these personal predicaments before I even knew about this library.

So by a technicality it wasn't me who killed them. How reassuring. I was just as innocent as Pinkie Pie. And how did she turn up? How do all innocents turn up? Twilight was innocent, what would happen to her? The innocent always suffer....and I wouldn't let that happen to her. Princess Celestia wouldn't let that happen either. If Twilight was accused of a crime Celestia would do everything in her power to prove her innocence. Or would she? She let Pinkie die without a single subpoena in her memory.

It's good that Twilight isn't involved in this then.

And since when was her well being one of your concerns?

The only emotion I ever felt for her before today was....pity. I had empathy for her and situation with Spike and Pinkie Pie but that was it. Yet my state of mind while rutted...as well as after...did I really love her? Or is it just the affection that somepony has after mating with a prostitute. (Twilight Sparkle is not a prostitute of course.) She had feelings and more emotions for me then pity, and that was clear as day and night. But did she think that I "loved" her back? I need to think. No, I need to clear my damn mind. Might just get some fucking answers if I do that. I lifted up my saddle bag, and it floated over to me. I trotted to Twilight's book shelf and at random, pulled out some books and dropped them in the bag. I didn't select them in any particular sequence; so I could limit the amount of thinking I would have to do. With my bags packed I turned my head, and saw Twilight was still asleep. She looked adorable. With my bags packed, I set out for Everfree forest. I gently shut the door and looked outside. It was nearly nightfall, (probably would be in half an hour) and the town was back in its empty state. It never ceases to amaze me how this occurs.....

I got to the forest edge sooner then I thought, and again at random, chose a book from the bag. I looked at the title of the book. "Failed Ideals and Past Theologies: A Collection" and the author's name piqued my interest. Written by Princess Celestia. My mind started to drift before I even started to read, and I realized the similarities between the nightly migration of Ponyville's inhabitants to that of a hive. And last I checked hives were in perfect unison, a Utopian society. This sense of Utopia wasn't seen by those in the hive but those outside it, they could see its perfection and harmony. I found a chapter dedicated to Utopian societies, and eagerly read the first page.

Nature favors entropy, chaos, discord. It isn't exactly kind to utopias. Although Utopian societies and ideals exist. Nature only allows for parts of its world to be perfect. In this respective a perfect society is possible.

Considering Princess Celestia wrote this it was remarkable. The sense of logic and reasoning as well as backing for her theories. Maybe that is what is meant to be done. Have one perfect order, a constant hive mentality with ponies. We weren't hive creatures obviously, but there were things we did without even thinking; and as a group too. Everypony has a cutiemark that represents their skill, and in turn they use that skill for society. With the contributions to the community (as well as government) by the common pony, why wasn't all of Equestria a Utopian society? Sure it was close to it, not as much as crime as there used to be. But it still happened. Ponies were still killed and the number of murders didn't matter. It was the concept of these crimes occurring. Princess Celestia could turn Equestria into a perfect society, but why didn't she?

Simple. In a perfect society there is no hierarchy remember? No caste system you were born into, everypony is equal in a Utopia.

And a Utopia would take away her precious social status. She would rather have inequality and remain in power, then have all ponies be equal. Equestria was founded on those ideals of equality, yet they were gone in today's society. The Pegasi, Earth Ponies and Unicorns, they were able to put their differences aside and lived in harmony as equals. Some were better at certain duties, but nopony was better then another. You could buck 1000 apples from a tree while somepony else only bucked 100, and the bucker of 1000 apples would be better at bucking apples; both ponies would be equal. I understood it now. I turned my attention back to the book.

Many ponies have tried to achieve this perfect world but all have failed. This is simply because these "Utopian Creators" have always tried to get rid of individuality. In a perfect society individuality can not co-exist with equality. Therefore, we know Utopianism can exist, but a Utopia can't.

Now that I did not agree with. Individuality can exist in a perfect society; as long as nopony believes that their individuality makes them better. How could Princess Celestia not say that?

She wants preservation of course.

Destroying individuality and all the other components that separate one pony from another to make them equal wouldn't work. The natural will power to have an identity would annihilate any movement to crush individuality. Instead those ideals should be kept and preserved, and be seen....differently. Looking at those concepts as part of a whole, instead of those components actually being their own wholes; that was the key to keeping equality and the hive mind. That popular saying from when I was a foal..."We are for the greater good together.". Surely that solidified the belief Utopia is possible. And I know how to do it. I looked at the book again. I saw through its.....the Princess's lies. I should tell Twilight this. She's the only other pony smart enough to understand this.

How ironic. You come here to clear your mind and you end up thinking even more then before.

I took out the rest of the books from my bag and laid them out on the grass. I looked at their titles. "Advanced Combat Magic One and Two.". "Defensive Spells and Enchantments One Through Three". Apparently these books were from her spell shelf. That last book however..... I recalled pulling it from the same shelf as the other spell casting books but it was unmarked. I opened it up and there was no index, no table of contents, nothing. Nothing but the words "Traditional Spells and Forbidden Magicks" were hoof written on that page. And below what I deduced to be the title, there was a note by none other then Princess Celestia herself.

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

As a way to express my deep gratitude for the defeat of Discord, I thought it was time I gave you this book. I think you'll find it enchanting-

Ha ha. I rolled my eyes and flipped through the pages. They looked fresh and untouched; perhaps Twilight never read the book? Then on one page I saw an awfully familiar spell. It was the exact "secret" spell I showed to Twilight. That's why she was so fascinated by it. Never having read the book she couldn't have known that this type of magic existed. This was marvelous! This one book had a plethora of spells that were classified and forbidden. Looking more into the book I noticed a few other pages I had worked on. (I had recognized six pages out of the apparent six hundred and sixty six pages.) None of the pages had any real writing, just a short description of what the spell did. But there was one page in the book on the very last page, (page six hundred and sixty six) that was labeled technique. All the other pages were techniques or enchantments. This technique page contained only one technique, but had a description long enough for three or four spells.

"The amplification technique. It is passed down from one alicorn to another and is their source of nearly limitless power. The technique magnifies the power of any spell, enchantment or other technique. Alicorns have the the same abilities as any ordinary unicorn or pegasus, and this technique was used to enhance their magic, and maintain their god-like appearance."

Underneath the description was yet another note dedicated to Twilight.

My faithful student,

This technique is why I chose you.

Now i'm intrigued.

I doubt you knew of this before hand, but you have naturally been able to execute a crude version of it. From what you told me when you encountered that Ursa Minor, as well as when you blew me away with the magic you performed as a foal; you were able to do an un-orthodox version. I hope this book helps you in your magical prowess.

Your friend and teacher,

Princess Celestia

So this was the "master key" to magic? Lets see if I can do this.

My eyes scrolled down the page and there was a set of personalized instructions.

"This spell is simple in concept and is simple to perform my student. First, focus on a great source of power (I use the sun for example) and cast a spell. Now, normally when a unicorn spell casts they focus only on their horns, which is why their magic is limited. Starswirl was the first to develop this theory of a unicorn's true source of magic but history aside, his discovery helped paved the way for fire magic, ice magic etc. But it was my own mother, who was much intrigued by magic like you, focused on her horn and another object, her magic was amplified ten fold. After this discovery she focused on a shooting star (that was part of her cutie mark after all), and tried a simple telekinesis spell. It was quite a sight. The brick that she was moving went flying and caused a rainboom and exploded. It was quite amusing to see my mother in shock. Now as deep as my family experiences are Twilight, the point is that you must have true control over your magic from now on. Using this ability can result in serious damage if done incorrectly. But I have faith in you my student."

If this spell is that dangerous why give it to Twilight? Maybe she wants her as a successor of some sort. Certainly interesting though, this "truth" about alicorns. They were no different from any unicorn when it came to magic. Even they were equals. Further proof that Utopia is possible. Now, time to test this spell out. Being a spell checker and all I have a wide variety of spell choices. I looked back in the unmarked book and found a spell I had never seen before.

This spell temporarily reduces the effects of gravity, an excellent defensive spell.

I read the spell chart and it seemed easy to perform. Now, Celestia's mother used a shooting star as the other object of focus, so I'll try that I suppose. I had seen one as a child so it was easy to picture. I focused on my horn, and then the shooting star. Immediately my horn glowed much brighter then usual and I focused the spell on a patch of earth in front of me. As I cast it a burst of light started to continuously illuminate the said area. I wasn't blinded by it surprisingly and my books started to float up into the air at a constant rate. According to the book the spell reduced gravity not eliminated it like what I was doing. I smirked.

So it really does work.....

I stopped the spell and my belongings hit the ground with a thud. This power.....it was amazing. But I'm not stupid. Power corrupts when it's treated differently. Instead I saw this new "power" as a skill. A skill I had learned, earned and controlled. I levitated my books (all except for the unmarked one) and with just a whim, made them burst into flame. They had given me all the information I needed. The served their purpose. But this new book, that would be something I keep to myself. I put the book back in my bag and started walking deeper into the forest. The trees started getting taller and darker as I walked further inside, but I wasn't afraid. If anything....they should be afraid of me. Feeling that I had walked far enough into the belly of the beast, I focused on my horn and that shooting star, and send a shock-wave of flame through the forest. The trees within a few feet of me were disintegrated, and all the others were broken and burning. I focused my new magical energies again and teleported right outside Rarity's boutique. I made sure nopony was around, and I hid in the nearby alleyway. I started hearing some shouts and hollers, and knew the other ponies were starting to notice the fire.

Still hidden in the alley, I heard the boutique door open and heard rarity run out. Apparently Sweetie Belle wasn't there today (Thank Celestia.). In the confusion everypony was experiencing, I snuck inside the famed boutique. If I had to ransack every last cabinet in the bloody place, so be it. I checked the counters first, and then the boxes of endless ribbon. I looked in the bedroom as well but nothing. Then finally, I got my break. I recalled from my past obsession with Rarity that she loved diamonds, so anything connected to her "lover" had to do with diamonds. Genius. But where did she keep her gems? I was nearly stumped by that question but remembered my gem finding spell. I concentrated and I could see a glow from one of the back rooms. I ran over to it (As I knew my time alone in the boutique wouldn't last forever) and in the room, I saw a miniature....shrine. It contained various types of rubies and sapphires and emeralds and...diamonds.In the center of all this was a photo, of a creamy pegasus who I recognized to be Fluttershy.

"I hope you aren't too troubled by this dear." It was her. Rarity.

"Oh well....those animals are safe I think. I didn't hear any screaming so they should be alright...." And Fluttershy.

"Well I know something that Rarity can do for...both of us." Rarity said seductively.

"Oh....that sounds nice." Fluttershy responded.

Not gonna be nice anymore....

I sprung out of the backroom and two petrified ponies stood before me. Now was my time for confrontation....the time for action.

"Hello Rarity. I'm sure you have no, fucking idea who I am do you?"

She shook her head dumbly.

"Well," I continued "I know just who you are. All you've done to Spike, oh yes I'm very damn aware."

Fluttershy looked at Rarity for comfort, but the aura of the room took comfort away a long time ago; and slaughtered it.

"I, I have no idea what you're talking about." She said worried.

"Oh yes you do. You know exactly what I'm talking about. And so do I. The crystals you gave to Spike, everything. Every, fucking, thing. And you know whats worse you sick bitch? The poor dragon cared about you. But you abused him....you abused the fucking shit out of his poor ass." I started to walk closer too her and she began to whimper.

"P.ppp p lease don't .....ddddd dont hurt me.. or Fuh...fu ffff Fluttershy..." Rarity was begging, and Fluttershy was just stopping and staring. Neither of them knew what was going to happen next. But I did. I was in control....

"Now Rarity.....light of my fucking life.....I'm not gonna hurt you...." She started to sigh in relief. "I'm just gonna bash your fucking brains in." I said menacingly.

"OH CELESTIA NO!" She screamed.

And with all my might, every ounce of hatred I ever had was summed up into my magic focus, and with that new magical ability, I focused on Rarity's body, and it exploded. It ripped through the boutique doors and walls, and obliterated the the fabrics in the store. And when the dust cleared...I was left standing. Rarity was gone, traces of her nowhere to be found. And Fluttershy, half of her was still smoldering, the other half crushed by the blast. I teleported away from it all into the mountains. I gazed down from it's perch, and saw a gradually building smoke cloud, and a minuscule crater. I smiled to myself. All of my rage and anger, had turned into pride. Nothing could stop me. Not even Twilight.

Tranquillitate Ante Tempestas

Still gazing down upon those poor ponies? You really are something else aren't you.

Yes. I'm something else entirely.

I can't deny it any longer. In mere seconds I've become stronger, more proficient in my magic skills, more intelligent. I had proved that by vaporizing Rarity and her friend and her boutique. But now that I had my vengeance what was I to do? Simple. I was the only pony fit enough to lead Equestria. I could bring all of pony kind into a better society.....a perfect society. Considering the nature of my...decision; it was the least I could do to repay them. I looked back down from the mountain towards Ponyville. This is exactly how Princess Celestia sees Ponyville. She views it's inhabitants as weak and unworthy, while she is above them all. This isn't true of course. Its a blatant lie. She and I are equivalent in power. But I am the superior. I actually care about other ponies unlike her. I crave equality, while she desires segregation. I am a messiah, she is the anti-Christ.

Since when did you care about these ponies? Since when were you a revolutionary leader? You have no cause.

I knew that wasn't my voice, nor was it my thoughts.

I know you can hear me.

That voice....it couldn't be.

Yes it's the "anti-Christ". I've been watching you Heatstroke. I've seen life through your very eyes.

Sick bitch.

Call me as many names as you want. You can't even touch me.

As if I would want to touch her filthy body.

If I might ask you, where do you think you can run hm? I will find you. You have no supporters, and no one even shares your beliefs.

I didn't know what to say to her. She was right in that respect. I was alone in my belief of revolution.

Everypony here....they see you as a killer. Somepony who just barged in, thinking they can right the non-existent wrongs.

She was right again. She had seen every event I had experienced she knows how I think now.

You're a hopeless foal who has no chance. Goodbye.

I could only hope she was gone. It was true. I would be caught and killed for my crimes...... There is no escape. Maybe that book has a suicide spell.... wait. There is no need. Oh Celestia...you have given me the key to escape. As you said in your book of failed ideas....nature favors discord. I started to grin....and my grin turned into a sadistic smile. I pictured the castle garden, and warped there with my magic. There was no pony in sight. But there would be other creatures very soon. All those statues around me...all those hate filled creatures. They all wanted freedom. And I would be their savior. My horn began to glow with it's newfound intensity, and I smiled. Princess Celestia herself was outside in front of me. Before she could even lift a hoof to stop me I cast the spell. The statues began to rumble and illuminate and the shells they were imprisoned in began to crack. Princess Celestia looked slightly distraught, but she was still calm and composed. I was unsure if what I had done was an egregious error, or my ticket to survival. Using my magic once more I vanished in a burst of flame.

When I reappeared I was in Twilight's library. To my shock she wasn't there. I was only partly shocked however, as I would assume with one of her good friends being killed and all she would be there. Not to mention the Princess would undoubtedly call Twilight to find me. I wonder....what Twilight would think of me if she knew all I had done in Ponyville. All the killings. Even though it was a measly two ponies who I officially killed. But that didn't matter. Whether you killed one pony or a hundred you were still treated like a murderer. It wouldn't be long before the Princess found me here and I was well aware. I just need to stall until the time is right for me to try and find her. Then I make my move.

Just what would that move be? Kill the Princess and assume control?

Luna was next in line for that position not me. Unless I could convince her to believe otherwise. A partnership would be extremely useful; particularly considering Luna's social status and influence. But was it far to take Celestia down from the throne? She hadn't done anything wrong that I've personally seen. Except her execution of Pinkie Pie of course. Hmf. So getting rid of the Princess was justified after all. I was doing Pinkie Pie a favor. And ultimately, I would be doing all of Equestria a favor...making the whole land a better place for ponies of every size and race. Making Equestria a perfect society.

"Heatstroke?" Twilight had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here? Princess Celestia...she told me you were responsible for things.... Tell me she's lying."

As much as I wished I could tell Twilight that Princess Celestia was lying I couldn't bring myself to lie to her. She would find out sooner or later what I had done anyway.

"No Twilight. She's right. The Princess is right for once." I said calmly.

The poor mare started to shake and break down right in front of me. apparently the truth was too much for her.

"Heatstroke...tell me....tell me this is a sick joke right?"

She was vibrating even more as the tears were running down her snout. Instead of saying anything more to her I simply shook my head from left to right.

"No.......NOOO!" She was screaming between the tears.

She really couldn't believe it was me who was responsible. I sincerely felt badly for her now.

"Get out....get the fuck out right now." She told me. I just sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry Twilight but I can't exactly do that."

"But you can kill my friends without a problem right?....ANSWER ME!"

Her extreme sense of anguish was starting to turn into anger.

"Now relax....don't do anything stupid Twilight." I warned her.

I was honestly hoping she would calm down, but she had to make things much more difficult of course. Her mane and tail burst into flame and her coat turned into a darker white while her eyes became blood red. Right away the heat from her transformation filled up the room, and I began to sweat. Was Twilight really going to fight me? She has no idea of what I'm capable of. What a foalish decision. Twilight charged at me with her horn aimed right for my skull, and I simply dived out of the way. She hit one of the bookshelves in her blind rage and books fell all over the floor. To my surprise she teleported right next to me and using her back hooves, and kicked me into the wall. I was severely winded, and before I could even recover I saw one of the bookshelves rocketing toward me. Teleporting out of the way the bookshelf impacted the wall with a mighty crash and broke into splinters. I really didn't want to use my magic on her but now I had no choice. My horn glowed with its new intense strength and I turned the ground below us into quicksand. I levitated myself above it with my magic and Twilight was looking incredibly dumbstruck. Without a thought I telekinetically hit her in the ribs and she doubled over. I ended the quicksand spell and the floor turned back to it's original state. As Twilight slowly floated towards me, I could see the look of fear and sadness in her eyes.

I was considering....killing her at that point but.....Twilight was one of the few who didn't deserve it. Instead I would spare her. Gathering my magical energies again, I decided not to end her life, but I would still control it. I forced her eyelids open and cast a hypnosis spell. Her eyes soon became black and white swirls, and her mouth started to drool.

"Twilight Sparkle, your job is to protect me. Do you understand?" I said this with a heavy heart.

"Yes......I understand." She said in the trance.

Good.

I dropped her on the floor, while I gently floated down. Despite what I had done to her I smiled. It was much better then blowing her to bits. Besides, she was happy now. Her new duty was to protect me and it now brings her great joy to do so. Even if that joy is purely synthetic. Still having morality issues eh? I doubt it matters now. What does matter however, (I had a sudden epiphany) is what happens to her other friends. There was still the problem of Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

Yes....what to do with them indeed....

No matter. Neither of them have even bothered to confront me so why should I confront them? I'm sure they would have something to do with me eventually. Just wasn't sure whether or not that would be a good thing. For now all I would have to do is wait. I've done all I can do, I've made all the key moves I needed to make. But now of course there were some other entities that should have my attention. All those statues that I released, what would become of them? The elements of harmony won't work with half of its users. What were those statues anyway...hmm.

"Twilight, who or rather what are those statues in the Princess' garden of?" I asked her, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Well, from what Princess Celestia told me, the statues are of six different ponies and one draconequus. However, only four of those statues were at some point alive."

"Could you tell me which ones?" I knew I needed to find out what I may be dealing with.

"Sure. The draconequus is the bearer of chaos, one pony is the bearer of logic, one is the bearer of strife, and the last one or ones technically, are the twin bearers of harmony." She said pleased with her knowledge.

Discord I had heard of obviously (everypony did after that recent incident) the other three bearers I had no idea about. Perhaps if I did a little research on it I would be able to know what their intentions could be. Twilight would have to do that, for I can't step outside the library. Quite ironic really. I free the five trapped "bearers" but lose my own freedoms. My loss of freedoms was my doing of course but at least it shows I still have control over my own destiny.

But what sort of control do those bearers posses? Time to ask the expert.

"Twilight Sparkle, do you have any books on these five creatures?"

"Uh, yes. It's right here too. I'll get it for you now."

It was almost pathetic seeing Twilight like this. I almost wished I had killed her instead of virtually removing her free will. Her life of servitude would be more useful to me then her death; I suppose that's why I decided to spare her. She levitated the book off the floor from the mess that was our battleground, and dropped it in front of me.

"Thank you Twilight." A thank you was the least I could say to her now.

She just blindly smiled back in my direction. I used my hooves for once and placed the book upon her desk. I didn't bother to read it's title as all I need is it's contents. The book was divided into sections, one section per statue I inferred. But there was one last section, not for the statues as the previous sections mentioned; but to exemplify the apparent connections the statues had to each other. I started to read from the beginning, the first section mentioning the draconequus.

This creature represents chaos, as noted by its form which is composed of many different animals, and by it's name; Discord.

I knew this too well. After his failed attempt to turn Equestria into a playground there wasn't anything truly new I could learn about him. He was chaotic, plain and simple. Its those other three ponies I've never heard of. I skipped several pages until I landed on the following section, dedicated to the bearer of logic.

This bearer represents intelligence and reasoning. He is an intellectual, and is fully confident before engaging in an action. It leaves nothing to chance and is a very crafty foe. It was stopped 200 years prior to Discord's release.

Interesting. Logic governs it's actions. I suppose it's gonna be pretty damn unemotional then. I flipped a few more pages, and the next section was on the bearer of strife.

As this bearer's name implies, she is focused on battles and competition. Simply put, might makes right for this mare. She was beaten by the princess and her sister ten years after Discord was sealed away.

I flipped through all the other pages on the mare, and these pages had much longer details on the creatures but a simple synopsis would do for now. I skimmed through the brown colored book again and landed on the penultimate section.

These two ponies are twins, and much like Princess Celestia and Luna; they were Alicorns. Not much is known about these two, not even when they were defeated.

Impossible! Nopony knew when they were defeated or even an approximation of when they were defeated? Or anything else about them for that matter? Blasphemy. I turned the books tired pages one more time and was on the final section. I was very curious as to what the connections between the statues would be.

While each of these creatures have been turned to stone at different times, they are still connected beyond that. At some point in time, these creatures worked with Princess Celestia; instead of working against her. In addition, they all have played a key role with the elements of harmony.

Typical. Princess Celestia would turn on her former teammates. Selfish fucker. As the book floated back to a proper shelf (courtesy of Twilight) I wondered what those former statue would want with the Princess now. I'm sure they each had their own personal agendas but considering they all worked together once perhaps they would show some sympathy..... Well regardless of their past history, now was the most important time of all. Princess Celestia will have to divide her attention among her "friends", making her unfocused. It would be a cakewalk for me to take her down and bring Equestria to it's new glory. But what about those statues? That said, I would have to see for myself whether their intentions are useful to the new Equestrian society. Although considering all but one of those creatures were ponies...I would have to accept them nonetheless. No matter. Having them as members of a pure society is far more preferable over Princess Celestia "leading" again.

Well now that you have you plan together you can try to get some rest now. Sun won't rise for another ten hours maybe?

I slowly walked to my bed and imagined what the new, almost holy society would look like.

"Oh you're going to sleep? Goodnight then." Twilight said cheery as ever.

"Goodnight Twilight. You should get some rest yourself." I closed my eyes assuming she would take my advice; and fell asleep with my plan of action and good intent. The topic of my dreams. Someday those dreams would be fulfilled. I would make sure of that.

As I started to awake I felt different. Not different in a bad way, but different in a good way. I didn't feel stronger.....just more confident. I don't know what it is. Couldn't have been anything I ate. Don't even recall the last time I had the liberty of gorging myself with food. That spell then? The ace up my hoofs. My way of leveling the playing field. More power does lead to more confidence. It's just a natural thing I suppose.....

"Ahem." I opened my eyes and turned to see a dark star like glow before me.

"You are supposed to bow are you not?" I was very perplexed as to why Princess Luna would be here instead of the elder sister, but I did as she said nonetheless. After all, if she was going to capture me now she would have done so already. Right?

"At least you follow orders. You didn't have to bow that's just tradition; as well as a test."

"Test?" I sounded as if all I could give was one word answers. I wouldn't be startled if she started talking slower for me. She didn't of course.

"Yes," She continued. "To see how arrogant you are." I was even more now then I was before.

"Now lets put those formalities aside. You're quite the violent unicorn aren't you? Freeing political prisoners, murder, destruction of property and conspiracy. All in the name of revolution as my sister puts it. And to be honest...I support you."

I answered with another puzzled look.

"Well....I hope you have time for a story." I had no other choice really. Where was Celestia now? Waiting to come and torture me?

She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. I looked at Twilight and she was still fast asleep. I have a feeling this is going to be a very, very long story.

"Long before Ponyville was conceived" She began, "Equestria was still a fresh land. As I'm sure you know there were the unicorns, pegasi and earth ponies who inhabited the land. We alicorns did not exist yet of course. I know it seems like I'm getting distracted but trust me, the history of the alicorn race has a lot more to do with this story then you think. In this "fresh" Equestria time period, Starswirl the Bearded was nearing the end of his life. You know who he is correct?" I shook my head like an idiot yet again.

"Most ponies would be glad to accept death at his old age, but he still wanted to use his knowledge and contribute to society. He had lots of unfinished business as he put it. (She met him I suppose...) He knew he would need more time before he was ready to go. He didn't want immortality specifically, but an extended lifespan would do. He began to obsess over this....extension. He was devoting every waking moment he had into the development of this...miracle. And one day....he did it. He had finally broken the boundaries. He had been able to conjure this spell. The only problem with it was that it required such a magnitude of magical energy even with his secret amplification spell (That spell was his doing?), it still required more then one unicorn. He visited the Equestrian counsel, and told them about his findings, and himself and his assistant were to demonstrate the spell. Starswirl and his pupil performed this spell and after they were done.....it was truly something to behold. Starswirl was taller, leaner younger, and his horn was longer too. And despite these marvelous changes there was still one last thing. He had grown wings."

I was awestruck by her story. All this time I thought alicorns were natural....

"Starswirl had become the first alicorn in Equestria. This was unheard of at the time. The spell was a combination of his life's work; in that new form disease, hunger mental illness, ignorance it all disappeared. He had created the perfect form. With the counsel's approval he shared the spell with all the other ponies, and Equestria was comprised entirely of alicorns. Everything changed then. Agriculture, weather management, the very foundations of magic...they were all changed. Everypony lived in harmony. So much harmony, that he even got rid of that amplification spell. With the new magic they had learned and shared with each other there was no need for it and the spell was lost in time. Many years after my sister and I were born. (How many years after exactly?) As I was growing up my sister always was a bit....power hungry."

I can see where this is going.

"She always wanted more. When we played games she wanted the more dominant roles; and in school she tried to learn everything about magic. It seemed harmless my sister's ambitious approach. That would change. Years after our foalhood we were mares, and elected officials. My sister, Discord and I... (Ah. So Discord wasn't as chaotic as I thought.) we decided amongst ourselves that Equestria wasn't advancing as rapidly as it once was, and we....we were going to change that. The three of us agreed to take care of Equestria to the end, and with our combined magic; we became true immortals. Alicorns were already immune to disease and such but would eventually die at some point in time but us....we couldn't. It is possible to kill us, but that would require and incomprehensible amount of magic. Such a young and brash decision that was. Over the years we began to reshape Equestria and things turned out for the better. Technology rapidly advanced and it dawned among us that we should search the stars for other beings, and help them. Discord was to stay here in Equestria and manage things (The spirit of chaos? Young and brash indeed!) while Tia and I would do the traveling. We searched for centuries and eons. All to no avail. We had gone to every corner of this vast universe but there was nothing. We were about to give up hope but then we found a new planet. It was like a blue pearl almost...."

Life outside of Equestria? Why haven't I heard of this then? Or anypony else for that matter? What else are they hiding from us?

"My sister and I decided to explore it and what we found was miraculous. The creatures there, they somehow understood our language!" Her ears were starting to perk up now. Clearly this was a very exciting and important discovery.

"They were not like us however, but they too had advanced technology. They used it to make up their lack of magic or natural ability of flight. They called themselves humans. These creatures even knew what we alicorns called ourselves, yet we knew nothing about them. They were the missing link. Our predestined connection to them was a mystery to both myself and my sister, but we knew it would yield groundbreaking results. Over time we taught them the ways of peace and harmony, while they had mostly known war and destruction. They killed each other over trivial matters, but we helped them change. This sight of change, it also affected Celestia. She wasn't the power hungry mare she was before. (Then how did she become so corrupt?) But one fateful day... a dragon with seven heads and ten horns appeared. This creature started to kill the the humans, but we fought alongside them to protect them. In an act of selflessness Tia used her magic and absorbed the beast. And the humans were saved and peace had returned... or so I thought. You see, my sister still hadn't given up her thirst for power. She had made a deal with a spirit known as the leviathan, who created that dragon to be absorbed. And with this absorption my sister had all the power she needed. She eventually saw the humans as inferior; and began to kill them herself. I tried to stop her but couldn't bring myself to attack my own sister. I watched as billions of lives were ended in mere flashes of light. It was a genocide."

.........That monster........ To exterminate a whole race? My hatred for you can only grow Celestia.....

"Eventually the humans had been wiped out, and their home planet was left hurdling into their sun. When we returned to Equestria I immediately told this to Discord as well as dozens of other ponies. Only Discord, my closest friend, believed me; as well as four other alicorns. The six of us....we confronted her about it and she didn't deny it. Then there was the war. My sister had an army while we had a crude version of the elements of harmony. It was a horrendous experience. We had to kill our brothers and sisters, our friends and family. All of them had become her slaves..."

She was almost in tears I could feel it. After all she's seen in her years, and she still cries at the thought of the past. Regaining her composed nature, she started to tell the rest of the story.

"I wished for death many times then. Eventually our war had ended the lives of all the alicorns, other then the four who fought for justice, and my sister. I wish....I wish I knew how long we fought. How long it took for all of them to die."

Seeing Luna like this, in such a raw state... it was having a slight impact on me. Shy was she telling me this if it caused so much pain to her?

"The six of us, we knew as long as we were around there would be no end to the war. We gave in, surrendered and faced our fates. She petrified every single one of them systematically... I was forced to watch it all....to hear their screams. Soon I was the only one left. My sister still had a type of....remorse for me. Instead of turning me to stone, she decided to let me live. It was worse then death. She beat me constantly...mutilated me, and when my wounds healed she would do it all again. Whats worse is that she forced me to...to pleasure her." She said that with a heavy sigh. She was staring down at the ground now, which was as equally cold as Luna's sense of emotion.

"If I didn't do as she said she threatened to destroy the statues of my friends, and she always....always blamed me for the deaths of everyone. She would show me the bodies, the skeletons. I was mocked about it as well." She smiled.

"I could have fought back. I should have. Instead I turned my back on my friends. All of this....for trillions of years.....I suffered. But nature has its course, and eventually life came back to Equestria as you know it today. But all you know... is a lie."

The regret she had for her inaction spread like a disease. It clung to the air, and this emotion had replaced her tears.

"My sister has met up with my old friends....and she has been able to persuade them. My sister has changed over the years, and instead of killing every other pony; she sees the benefits of making them suffer. She plans on purging out the weak and worthless creatures of our world. Heatstroke..." She paused. "If you can't manage to stop her history will repeat itself in ways you have yet to see. I've stood idle for too long and watched many good ponies die. I promised I wouldn't let that happen again. I need to leave...now. I can tell she will be here soon."

I wasn't ready to face Celestia now. Not after what Luna said she was capable of.

"If you are to stand a chance, it lies in the elements of harmony. I wish you luck." And with that she teleported off.

Last I heard from Twilight you need a team of six to operate those things. I'm sure if Twilight heard this she would help. The same for Applejack and Rainbow dash. Just need two more and we stand a chance. But whom? Everypony here wants to kill me for what I've done so where could I get these recruits?

Perhaps...I wasn't the only outcast....

Then I felt a strange sinking feeling in my stomach, and I vomited on the floor. Pure blood. I heard Twilight wake up and she looked at me in shock.

"Heatstroke are you alright?" As much as I would like to be my bloodstained coat begged to differ.

She walked out of her bed and tried to approach me, but she started to convulse erratically. It was as if she was having some sort of seizure. But this wasn't any ordinary seizure. Moments later she screamed and...one of her bones flew out from her stomach. I wasn't sure if it was one of her ribs but I didn't have time to think. I could only watch. She winced, and a large gash appeared on her back. I could start to see her spine. Before I even had time to think whether or not that hypnosis spell was still active I vomited again. This time twice as much blood as before. And to make matters worse, the mighty Princess Celestia appeared before us, along with Rainbow dash and Applejack. But they were not their normal selves either. Rainbow Dash was a motionless heap on the floor. She was wingless, the blood starting to crust on her sides. She did appear alive however....I sensed it. Applejack was standing but barely. She was shaking from her head to her toes, and her hat was replaced with what appeared to be a bloodstained bow. There were no wounds that I could spot on her, even thought she was drenched in blood like me. I examined the bow once again, and noticed it was Apple bloom's. I could only assume the worst for that foal....

"These two," Princess Celestia said with an air of superiority. "Attempted to resit capture. They failed obviously and unless you want to end up like them," She looked right at Twilight and myself. "I suggest you submit now."

By the smirk she had on her face, I knew it was the end. Luna was wrong as was I. There would be no perfect society, no return to the alicornian age. We were going to be systematically executed. Twilight managed to get off the floor along with Rainbow Dash, and gave me an I'm sorry look. I pretended I didn't notice. The Princess opened the library door and ushered us out. None of us spoke. We just aimlessly walked to our deaths. As we were lead like pigs to slaughter, I could hear the buzzing of a crowd. And what a crowd it was. They filled the town square both in presence, and their unison chanting of "kill the traitors!". If only they knew what would become of them.....foals. We were approaching the stage and I was able to spot Luna, Discord, and the other five alicorns. There were dozens of guards, as well as an ax and a basket. The way we were going to be killed....it just screamed reign of terror coming soon. But how could these ponies not see it? It didn't matter now. Soon this world would fade away....

As we walked up on the stage we were bombarded by boos and hisses. I looked back at the crowd and scoffed. I turned to Twilight and saw that her friends as well as her, were far to broken to notice. We were finally up on the stage and Princess Celestia silenced the crowd.

"Before these pitiful ponies are executed, they will be required to recall one thing they regret, and announce it to atone for their sins." She said with her authority.

The guards took Applejack first, and she was held down by two ponies.

"I wish...I could have protected my family..." She said. So they were gone. Every last apple family member.

A third guard came and lifted the ax. He stopped right away, and Princess Celestia gestured for him to sit back down.

"Let's have Luna do this. She enjoys it much more then I do." Celestia glanced in her younger sisters direction and Luna did as she was told. Even now she couldn't bring herself to rebel. The ax glowed with a deep blue and as Applejack closed her eyes the blade fell and hit it's mark. Her head fell in the basket and the crowd cheered. I wonder if they'll be cheering when they're the ones up there. Princess Celestia walked up to Rainbow Dash and smiled. Quick as a whip, she impaled her horn into Rainbow, and lifted her up to the sky. She tossed her to the basket, and the guards lifted her up. She spoke as well, like nothing even happened.

"I wish I could have helped that kid Scootaloo..." Her words came out flatly, and she started to cry.

"What a surprise! We have a cryfoal here!" Celestia was beginning to sound like an entertainer now...and to the crowd she was just that. Luna raised the ax, and dropped it. That rainbow mane fell to the ground, and the crowd cheered again. Princess Celestia looked in my direction, and called her faithful student over. I sighed heavily. She was saving the best for last. The guards set her up in the same position as Applejack, and Princess Celestia asked, "Well my faithful student....what lesson have you learned today?"

I wanted to rip all the skin from her face. As I imagined my fantasy Twilight started to shake.

"I wish...I could have protected my friends......" She didn't even cry, she just trembled. Princess Celestia walked up to her as she was having her nervous breakdown, and kissed her on the cheek. Twilight whimpered in response. "Good mare."

Celestia turned to Luna again and nodded. The ax fell down, and with that another head. The crowd went ballistic. I wasn't nervous before, but now I started to sweat. Twilight's death didn't cause my physical reaction, and neither did any of the deaths I had seen today. I guess its just the feeling one gets before they die. Time began to slow as I walked to the guards. My heart rate did the opposite. After what felt like the most grueling hours of my life I reached the basket, and turned to Princess Luna. I accepted it, what she was going to do to me. She had to do it. I looked straight into the audience, and there wasn't a single remorseful face. I had given in then. Death was coming for me....and I was ready. I was prepared to pay for what I had done.

"Well?" Celestia said.

I smiled.

"I wish I had killed you sooner." I said smugly.

I hoof came out of nowhere and slammed me in the stomach.

"Have some respect eh?" It was a gruff voice, but I didn't know where it was from. I would never have an ounce of respect for her. I looked at Luna. She was standing by again. Letting her big sister control her. I sensed the ax float up and I waited for the last moments of my life. I felt it drop and closed my eyes. The first thing I heard was the crunch of flesh and bone. But it wasn't mine. I opened my eyes and saw a decapitated guard laying in front of me. The crowd was still cheering mindlessly. All they wanted was blood. And then something inside me....it wanted blood too. I crushed the metallic helmets of the guards around me with my magic, their screams egging me on. The blood streamed from their temples, and their skulls began to crack.

"Luna get out of here!" I shouted. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but I'm glad its something.

As Luna flew away I sent a piercing beam of magic and the Princess and her alicornian friends. They ducked like cowards. What happened next was beyond my understanding. A circle of flame engulfed the stage, and the crowd started to panic like the rats they were. Then with a primal scream, the stage around me exploded in a fiery blast and ponies were sent in every which way. Then without another thought, I disappeared in another burst of flame. Before I could grasp what I had just done I saw I was in the forest, and Luna was standing in front of me. Everything started to go by in flashes. Luna told me she had gathered the elements before she left, and we had to find others who could use them. She warned me about the new boundaries that Celestia would enforce. She had me contain my magic and did some sort of ritual. I don't recall much honestly. My wings....they still ached....but as Luna said...we're on a journey now.

End of Part One

Tenebris Temporibus

"Tell me Heatstroke. How do you feel?" I couldn't help but stare at Luna as she said that. Every time I speak with her I just seem to get lost in that mane, filled with the stars of the universe. The bright sun that peeked through the trees provided quite a contrast compared to her night time mane.

I don't experience this phenomena out of physical attraction, personally I blame my natural curiosity. Even I did consider a relation with her she's far too old for me. Billions and billions of years older in fact, just like her sister. At their ages they both should be bubbling over with wisdom, but that isn't true. If it was true it would be a damned miracle. From all that I've seen, and all that I have been taught by Luna in my five years (and counting) as an alicorn; she is far beyond the wise. Omniscient even. Although I still possess doubts. Her decision to let the mane six (that's what she calls them) die....it's something I still don't understand.

Then stop complaining and ask. Is that too hard?

Fair enough mind, I agree with you.

"I feel confused Luna. Quite confused in fact." I said, hoping she would pick up on my intent of asking her some questions.

"You have a question I presume?" So she did understand. One of the few things I appreciated from these face to face meetings is not only asking questions, but receiving answers.

"Why did you let me kill them?" I was blunt about it. Perhaps a bit more blunt then I should have been but that didn't really matter. One thing I've learned from Luna besides her distraught filled past, is that she isn't emotionally sensitive over little things.

"What do you think Heatstroke? Before I give you my answer....I want to know you assume was my cause for letting them perish; as well as participating in their deaths." I searched for a trace of conceit in her tone but there wasn't one to be found. The way she acted sometimes....if I didn't know her better I would think she was angry. It's a wonder how she manages to stay calm at every waking moment.

Or it could be a continuous lack of interest.

She does care about many other things that's a fact, but the reasons behind her actions are not as visible. What she is doing not is an active example of her mysterious actions.

"I don't know. I haven't bothered to think of why you let them die specifically, I just presumed you would have a valid reason." My exact thoughts flowed out, and I wasn't entirely sure if I had even spoken at first.

I noticed she was letting my statement sink in before answering. I knew it wasn't a ploy to have more time for compiling a developed response, because right then my own intuition was advising me she did that for my sake. I don't see any purpose in that, and again it seemed like my intuition has failed me. After all I was the one waiting for an answer not her. The deafening silence between us was gently shaken when Luna turned to look up at the sun.

"I let them perish because their formerly strong sense of friendship had disappeared. I had noticed it from an earlier time and I told Celestia about it. She ignored me of course and either way it's safe to assume that was part of her plan. I may seem sadistic saying this and forgive me if I do but quite honestly we were doing them a favor. Celly would have killed them in much more imaginative ways then you and I...."

That last sentence made perfect sense to me.

"I understand." I said this with slight satisfaction.

"I want them back more then anything believe me. I would gladly trade my sister back for them." She smiled at that last remark and her.....interesting sense of humor earned a smirk from me. It still didn't give me a full feeling of complacency. I didn't have a fucking clue as to why Celestia killed those alicorns after persuading them to follow her. Stranger still, she left the bearer of logic alive. Discord himself had fled when she butchered the remaining members of her...our kind. That considered, why couldn't they escape?

Maybe they didn't want to escape. Luna herself said there were times when she just wanted to die after billions of years.

And remember, Luna can't explain everything. Especially not the erratic and occasionally ingenious actions of her sister.

That is of little importance now. Nopony can go back and change things, we can only make the changes from now. And my my...things sure have changed. Besides that lovely transformation into an alicorn and the magic training and flight lessons that came with it (courtesy of Luna), there's still so much more. Both my lifestyle as well as Luna's has changed. Neither Luna nor myself can be seen in open spaces in the daylight, henceforth why we hide in the forest. Celestia's Solar Patrol is to cowardly to venture into Everfree, which does have some advantages. Normally I would have qualms about being in a secluded forest 24/7 but the neighboring areas and Equestria in general aren't exactly spiffy. Most of the towns have been turned into "Equestrian Enhanced Living Centres" while others are in mid transformation. The EELCs may sound like paradise but they really serve as prison and extermination camps. All part of the empire's (Celestia's) plan for an eternal rule. Their strategy of promising hope and instilling fear is not only effective, but genius in my eyes. The lack of any resistance towards the government is pathetic. From the occasional situations were I've seen these ponies act, they seem to be very sober compared to that mindless collection that I encountered at my "execution". And if it wasn't for Luna and her everlasting goal to make Equestria a better place, I would have attacked Celestia myself.

The main difference between Luna and I....I see Celestia as the real problem; instead of seeing a goal like Luna. Of course if I just attacked horn blazing I wouldn't get anywhere.

"Heatstroke, how confident are you in your abilities?" She asked me regally. In my five years with alicornian magic, Luna has helped me become even stronger then I ever dreamed of. It was nothing compared to her skill and her billions of years of practice. But I was very confident in my abilities nonetheless. Especially considering they could only improve, not degrade.

"Yes. I am satisfied with my magical skill set." I was trying my best not to sound pompous.

"And what about your abilities in flight?" Luna's tone was starting to remind me of the hapless interviewers the average pony would deal with when searching for a job.

Flying is always an interesting experience in my opinion, as it contains many things magic does not. After I was able to pull off a sonic rainboom two years ago I became much more proficient in flight. But all those years ago when I was engulfed in that pillar of flame, it still took a considerable amount of time before I got any better at magic. However the time that I have put into practice since that fateful day has greatly helped my magical talents. In short, flight takes skill; while magic takes both skill and time.

"Yes Luna. I also believe my flying abilities are satisfactory as well." Now I was the monotone sounding one.

Why is Luna asking me these questions now?

As that subconscious conundrum snuck into my mind, all I could do was probe in the darkness; I had no answer to that question. Then I heard a slight giggle from Luna.

"No need to be so modest. You and I both know you are exceptionally talented in magic and flight. I'm not surprised honestly...considering how hard you train and having me as a mentor."

"So your'e eliminating modesty all together now?" We both smiled at that.

"Continuing my thoughts....it's been sometime since either of us had a decent meal correct?" She was certainly right about that.

I nodded my head gently in agreement.

"Well then, I'm going got get us one. Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine. That's why I asked you about your abilities in the first place."

That explains her question earlier.

"If everything goes smoothly I should return by nightfall." She spread her wings as she said this, and a small gust of wind tickled the blades of grass beneath her. It will be nice to have a "normal" meal for once. Even though I honestly have no need to eat (as I am an alicorn) I would be delighted to get my hooves on a delicacy.

I started to picture cakes, croissants, tea....they all seemed so delicious. I got so caught up in my food fantasy that I hadn't realized she flew off. Now it's time to wait. I looked up at the sky and saw a tiny blue dot. I forgot just how fast she can fly. After the dot that was Luna finally disappeared, I looked at the position of the sun. It was three quarters into it's east to west path, and in another three or so hours it would be dusk. Telling time just from the position of the sun was another thing my mentor taught me. An hour after dusk and it would be nightfall.

Hopefully Luna is back by then.

I laid down in the grass and felt nature's cool embrace. I let my eyelids drop and felt myself drift off to sleep.

I opened my eyes after a "few" minutes, and the darkened sky and forest gave me the presumption that I had sleep through dusk; and into the night. I guess Luna let me sleep in. I looked around for my teacher but she was nowhere to be found. My meal wasn't anywhere in my range of sight either.

"Luna? Luuuuuuuna?" As my call echoed through the forest there was still no sign of her. I used an illumination spell, and it's light couldn't find her either. I was truly perplexed now. She hadn't tried to contact me telepathically, nor did she say what to do if she didn't return by night. Luna can certainly defend herself (all my losses in our combative magic training prove that) so she couldn't have been captured. Or killed for that matter.....so where was she? Maybe I should look for her. I did just sleep for five hours, plenty of rest. And it's night; much more freedom now. I prepped my wings, and shot up high in the air. My mane was unperturbed by the intense speed and after a few seconds of flight, I stopped and looked down at the forest. Still no sign of her. Absolutely nothing. I began my descent back to the forest grounds and hoped for her return.

Now what? I have no where else to go, no friends or family nearby. Fuck! I need to rest.

I sighed as I laid on my back and managed to lower my heart-rate. My eyelids shut again, but it would be sometime before I fell asleep. Miraculously I did fall asleep and when I woke up, the sun was nearing it's peak position in the sky. Luna still hadn't arrived yet which didn't startle me, it just worried me. I stood up filled with energy, and realized it was time to do a real search. It also occurred to me I had no plan, or any idea of where to search. The only "plan" to my knowledge, was Luna's plan to find four others so we could use the elements of harmony.

The elements....

Something...inside told me to see if they were still in their hiding place on the outskirts of the forest. I heard a rustle of leaves behind me, but I dismissed it as the wind. It would be getting stronger as there were less trees to block the breeze. I continued walking past the trees and as the forest became less dense, I found the hiding spot for the elements. They were buried underneath a large, diamond like boulder; and when Luna was looking for a place to hide the relics, she felt one of the elements was drawn to that particular rock. I wasn't sure if she was joking or not when she said that, but it was an excellent hiding place. I levitated the stone and placed down upon the nearby ground very gently. To my astonishment, nothing was there but a patch of dug up earth. Something was definitely wrong, very wrong indeed. I heard another rustle of leaves, and the snapping of a twig. I wasn't alone. Turning around, I saw the greatest betrayal I had experienced in ages.

"Hello Heatstroke." It was Luna. And 10 guards, as well as three other prisoners. Looks like she still gave in to Celestia.

"Yes that's right. I have given in. The plan my sister has for Ponyville is much better then yours ever could be." She turned back to the guards.

"Take them all to the nearest EELC. If he tries anything, execute the prisoners." The three ponies looked at me. Their fate was in my hooves now. "The last thing we need is him escaping and if you fail this, the Princess will talk to you personally. Understand?" The guards nodded with nervousness.

The squad was composed of white guards, all of them being unicorns. I suppose Celestia was stepping up her defenses. Luna disappeared into a puff of smoke, and three of the guards walked towards me. I gave them a deviant smile as they attached the chains to my hooves. The one of the unicornian guards attached the chain to the other three ponies who were with me. One of them was a unicorn herself, and had a blue coat with a wand and half moon as her cutie mark. She also had a striking white mane. The pony in front of me was a pegasus, and she surprisingly had no cutie mark. She did have an orange coat, and a purple mane that had some resemblance to Rainbow Dash when she was still alive. At the very front of the chain was an earth pony. His coat was yellow, and he had an orange mane that was mostly concealed by a hat. The hat looked very much like the one I saw on Applejack's head. The blue pony didn't have any noticeable relation to Twilight Sparkle.

Most of the guards in the squad seemed young, and some were quaking in their hooves just from seeing me. It was good to know I still instilled fear. What I didn't know was why they had these prisoners in the first place. I hadn't heard of any resistance movement; maybe they were just trying to flee but were captured? That was feasible. As I was contemplating all the different reasons why they were in custody, I didn't notice we were already out of the forest. The EELC that once was Ponyville was right in front of us. It was fenced and caged, and the town buildings had been turned into checkpoints and recruitment centers. It was a very gray site compared to once colorful town I had left behind.

"Hard to imagine they built this in five years." I said to the orange pegasus.

"Hey! Shut up." I looked at the guard who interrupted me.

"Yeah, try anything and we kill these three." Another guard chimed in.

Just to get on their nerves, I asked the pegasus why she didn't have a cutie mark. She was going to answer me, but another chorus of shut ups and fucks followed.

"You say one more thing and you'll be sorry punk! Just cause you're an.....alicorn doesn't mean you scare us. Six of us could beat the shit out of you without trying." He said with a smug grin. I would love to see them try.

I turned to the blue unicorn, and she was looking very grim.

"Don't be sad." I told her. "The only unicorns who should be sad are those guards. Afterall, they haven't flank fucked each other in quite some time." My inflammatory comment set them off, and the orange pegasus in front of me let out a giggle.

"Oh you think that's funny huh?" He said to her.

He walked over to her and unchained her from the rest of the group. Using his magic, he attached her chains to a tree and she was bound up with her flank facing the rest of us.

"I'll show you flank fucking! Any of you guys want to join me?" Two other guards subsequently joined him.

The unicorn and earth pony in front of me looked at me with hatred. I just gave a friendly smile. The first guard started to caress the pegasus, and she was clearly shaking.

"See what you got me into!? Stupid alicorn." She said to me. That's not the only thing going in.

The colthood of the guards was visible, and they started to rub it on her. The poor pegasus was trying to ignore it all.

"Who wants to go first?" One of them asked. The looked at each other and two stepped aside. At least they were friendly about it.

As the guard stood up on his hind legs, his phallus ignited and burst into flame. The other guards couldn't help but stare. He was screaming and rolling in the grass trying to put it out. I knew it wouldn't be extinguished that easily as there was no source of water nearby.

"Fuck it, kill them all! Especially that filthy earth pony!" He cried. The scent of his melting flesh was intoxicating.

Using my magic once again, the chains around myself and the other three ponies rusted away.

"I suggest we fight back." I calmly told them.

They looked at me with confusion, then each other, and to my delight; they looked at the nine guards around us. The pegasus flew at the two guards who were about to take advantage of her, and knocked them both to the ground. She grabbed one by his tightly fitting helmet and flew up above the forest. He was screaming like a foal and begging for his life. She released her grip, and he fell (still screaming) to the ground. His body burst and his organs were five feet from where he landed. As she flew down to grab the second guard, the earth pony started kicking one of the unicorns. His hoof immediately crushed the colt's skull, and he fell to the ground. The female unicorn's horn illuminated, and a bolt of energy pierced through two of the guards chests with notable accuracy. All the while I just stood there and watched the my former captors waste away.

After it was all done, and there were several carcasses laying on the floor, I decided to ask them their names. The earth pony turned to me, and proclaimed his name is Braeburn. The unicorn looked at me and said, "The great and powerful Trixie.". Braeburn turned to her and cocked an eyebrow.

"Fine....Trixie will suffice." She said with a disgruntled tone.

Braeburn adjusted his hat and the orange pegasus walked towards me.

"My name is Scootaloo. Thanks for uh, saving me and everything." She was still trembling from her experience. Although it could have been much worse.

Scootaloo....where have I heard that before?

I'm sure I'll recall it later. But now what to do.... Consider your options. Now The Solar Empire is going to be desperately looking for you. They found you in forest, time to move on to somewhere else. If it wasn't for Luna things would be fine. It's no longer about what Celestia does to change her, because Luna has changed. Well at least now I have something to do. But before I could, there would be other things that need to be done. Like find out why those three were captured in the first place.

"Why were you in chains earlier?" I questioned. All I wanted was some answers, no life story that I couldn't care less about.

"Trixie has been chained for being a member of the resistance, along with Scootaloo and Braeburn."

So there was a resistance after all. I wonder if Luna knew that. Not that I should really care.

"We were captured along with the rest of our members. Somehow they found our meeting place. Now we are the last ones left." Trixie looked down as she said that, as did the other "group" members.

"Do you know what happened to them?" I asked. I was curious about this "new" movement and it's members.

"Their imprisoned in an EELC." Scootaloo said flatly. "Specifically the one we were going to."

Braeburn adjusted his hat and spoke. "Now I hope ya don't mind us asking partner, but why do you wanna know so much about us now?"

I suppose his hat fixing was one of his various mannerisms.

"We just met ya, and you're already asking questions. Bit suspicious if yah don't mind ma sayin'."

He did have a valid point. I had no business with them or their resistance movement. But I wanted to have business with them. I'm no foal. I know a group is the only way I'll take down the Solar Empire and Luna. And reshape Equestria.....I paused, and fled from my thoughts. Don't want arouse any more suspicion.

"Why am I asking you this? I thought you would have gotten it by now." I said with a smirk.

"I want to help you, help me. Our goals aren't so different." I said coolly. I was doing my damn best to sound like a trusting, reliable pony. An idol even.

"Trixie would like to know what those goals are-"

"Heatstroke." I said as I interrupted her. "You can call me Heatstroke. As for my goals.....I just want to make Equestria a better place for ponykind." I gazed at Scootaloo before continuing.

"What about you and this...movement? I would love to hear about your goals, and what you're trying to achieve."

I was very curious. I can say that honestly. Honesty, was also being used to my advantage. It would be very helpful to know their real agenda ahead of time. Braeburn glanced at Trixie, and shifted the position of his hat again.

"We wanna free all them ponyfolk from the camps and such. And get Celly out of power too. Haven't had much luck with either though." He said with a fake laugh. Scootaloo's tone was much more serious.

"What's going on in the camps....it's terrible. All those ponies suffering in there too.....and Rainbow Dash is with them..."

So nopony has told you what happened to your idol eh? I'll have to tell her later at some point.

Hopefully she won't do anything foolish after finding out her real fate. And whats so bad about these camps? I asked Braeburn that question, and his answer was highly predictable.

"They send ponies to the camps to work. Make 'em mine for materials, grow food and experimentation...." He sounded a little worried after that sentence.

"A've heard if you're not good enough for work, then ya get sent to be experimented on or killed. Just glad Big Mac's a hard worker. Most of the ponies who get experimented on or killed are earth ponies. Don't do enough work and you're "useless". Be an earth pony and yer halfway there. They hate us for some reason I reckon."

So he didn't know the fate of his family either? How?

Celestia could easily falsify they were imprisoned and were alive and "well".

Although that lie is probably what started the movement in the first place. That hope of being reunited someday.

I can only imagine how crushed they'll be after they learn the truth.

"Trixie would like to know what you can do for the others in the camps. If you can help free them, Trixie and her friends will help you."

It seems like a fair deal. I free some ponies, and gain an army. I just hope those foals know how to fight like Trixie and the others. Then again...an army of ponies is nothing compared to three alicorns. Let alone the whole Solar Union Army. Isn't to my advantage that they have the elements of harmony either. But they can't use it can they? I need something more. The other alicorns are dead and making more would be far too risky. But perhaps its not an alicorn that I need.....

"Trixie, or any of you honestly, do you have any knowledge of what happened to Discord?" I tried to be as subtle as possible in my question. And in response to that question, they all said no.

I started to comb my thoughts for a possible clue on how to find him.

Lets see....billions of years old....in hiding....spirit of chaos....

Thats me! Your friendly neighborhood...Discord!!!

I was appauled at what I heard. I could only assume that's Discord's voice.

What you didn't recognize my voice? And to think I was famous....

Infamous is more like it.

I wouldn't back talk if I were you Mr. kill joy. After all, you're the one looking for me. Not the other way around.

He was right. I needed his help. All he had to do was hide, and he'd be set for life.

Hide? I don't really see it so much as hiding but more like....running. Sounds much healthier don't you think?

Why did I even need his help in the first place? All he's done is distract me from my goals and now my thoughts.

Well then! In case you need a refresher, you NEED me. To help YOU with your issues. Like the terrible twins and their reign of evil.

Twins? I thought there were three leaders. And aren't you the evil one?

Hah! I'm not sure if you understand my fourlegged friend but I'm a spirit of chaos, not a spirit of death like you. And yes there are three leaders, but only two are the terrible ones. Sr Logos is smart enough to not get killed.

What do you mean by that? Smart enough to not be killed?

You know, I thought you would get it by now. But then again you weren't there were you? See, back when you freed me and my former friends from our stony lonesomes we still wanted revenge. And by we I mean those alicorns. As I said I am but a peaceful draconequus, who is subjected to the horrors of this cruel, cruel land. Now, we had our plan to strike back at Celestia but shes gotten much stronger in her magical abilities. Needless to say we were no match for her. I managed to escape unscathed, while Logos knew it was in his best interest to stay alive. But don't worry, he didn't become brainwashed or anything; and he's still on our side. Well we don't really have a side at this point but more of...a general philisophy. That general philisophy being a Celestia and Luna free environment. Safe for ponies ages three and up! Unless that goes against your terms of leadership. If you know what I mean.

I didn't. All I could make out was that Celestia and Luna were the true enemies, and Discord is smarter then he looks.

Well, since you've flattered me sooo and you did free me in the first place, I'll tell you what I mean.

I'm sure he was miles and miles away from me, but I could tell he had a smile on his face.

If, and only if, Celestia and Luna and their whole Solar Union are taken out, who do you think goes next in line? Aahhh.... You're starting to get it now aren't you? The only "powerhouses" in the magical community will be you, Logos, and of course me. Trouble is, who takes control? Now before you think I want the power I'm a spirit of disorder and chaos. I want nothing to do with leading an orderly society. I do however want to roam and do as I please. That aside, it leaves you and the grand old spirit of logic as the suitors to the throne.

And only one of us can be the true leader.....

So you do understand! Excelent. With my help you can become Equestria's great ruler and bring us into a prosperous age once again. Besides, you'll have the ponies on your side too. Even though you killed a few mares and one dragon, everypony will remember what Logos has contributed to.

Discord, if Logos is your friend....why do you want me to usurp the throne instead of him?

Oh Heatstroke, just as I think you're brillant, you fail me once again. Can you imagine the chaos that would occur from a battle between two alicorns? Continents would shift! Skies would darken and the universe itself would look down, and gaze upon the events that would unfold. Even the stars would be interested.

The stars? A chaotic battle? Sounds more like a prophecy then a skirmish for power.

You are too funny my alicornian friend. Now come, there is much I have to teach you.

And at that, Trixie, Braeburn, and Scootaloo all started to melt and meld into the background of the forest. Their figures becoming distorted caricatures of their former, kinder moulds. As quickly as I realized it was Discord dragging me off somewhere against my will; I wondered how long I had just stood there, looking like a foal in front of them.

I also wondered if they think I'm insane.

Veritatem

It's all been lies. Everything from the past few days, past few fucking years! All of it! Falsified, untrue statements all meant to bring me here. A prison cell. Dirty, and rusted, no place to sit down, no place to eat. But nothing compares to the lack of contact. Yes its truly horrid. Nothing exists in my world except for myself and the vague memories I have of my past life. I can't even think straight. I always wondered what would happen when I finally lost control over myself. Losing my emotions in the past was simple. Now it's different. Insanity is the only emotion I have now honestly. I would have hatred for them. I should be spilling over with hatred, much like the blood of the six that I saw spill with my own eyes. But it wasn't really their blood. The only blood that was spilt was Spike's. He hadn't committed suicide. I slit his throat myself. I mutilated his body not to claim Rarity, but out of my own desires. Watching his flesh tear, hearing his bones snap, feeling his intestines and drinking his blood....I wanted to experience all of those things. I enjoyed his pain and suffering much like a foal enjoys suckling on a mother's teat. The nature of the things I've done, the things I still want to do, it felt natural.

Still does.

Did you hear that? Thats the one voice I still trust. The last thing I can confide in. Not just in this dungeon cell hybrid, but in all of Equestria. There's nopony I can call friend, nopony even worthy of a perfect society. I had so much to offer. But they.....they made the mistake of betraying me. They think I'm fucking retarded. I know it. I know I'm smarter then all the scholars they have. They were able to keep up that ruse of the killings of the mane six. I figured it out by the time Discord captured me. It was all a grandiose hallucination from the time spike was killed. I'm no alicorn. I'm a mortal unicorn. I never had wings to begin with.

And yet....they somehow felt so real.

Another lie. I can't even begin to contemplate how much time has really passed since my supposed transformation. It's pitiful. All the joy, all the happiness, appreciate; the false emotions I felt that day. My emotions used to control my actions. And my emotions were controlled too. I was a tool, an example of what happens to murders, the sick, the psychotic. An example of what happens to a pony when they do something wrong. We get treated like an infection. We get quarantined; until we heal, and "good" returns to our bodies. I'll die inside here before an ounce of good materializes. Anypony could tell that just by looking at the environment I'm in. As I gaze at my surroundings all there is, is this....decrepit room. Filled to the brim with rusting metallic floors, molding walls, devoid of sunlight or windows; yet empty of anything but hatred. What's worse is that I can't even make sense of how I got here. I have cuts on my coat, bruises on my hooves, but my horn is intact. A lack of memory but my mind functions perfectly. It's ironic. I can only assume this is part of the torture, maintaining my abilities but being unable to use them. What's worse is that its starting to get to me.

In the few times that I sleep I still dream of the non-existent past. I dream of the things I've done. Or what I think I've done. Now I'm not even sure if it was Discord who captured me. I could have been captured by little fillies for all I know.

"Fucking fillies!" I shouted for no apparent reason. I didn't care anymore. In fact....I may be better off without caring.

"Fucking fillies is fucking silly!" Somehow shouting slurs was amusing, even though I've always striven for an emotionless state of being.

"Fucking filly flank, colt, phallus, fuck, teat, penis, ffuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk!" Now it was getting out of hoof.

I let my body lose control at that point. I started convulsing, spasming, I even urinated on the floors, and defecated on the ground. Everything was happening at once. And just when I thought it was done, (or I was done rather) I vomited and slipped from my consciousness.

The amount of time it took me to awake was irrelevant. The fact that I had even regained consciousness was much more important. However I wasn't proud of myself for recovering. There were no triumphs to be had in this room. If I had died there would be no difference in my emotions. In fact death would provide me with an escape. Observing my chamber, I noticed much had changed in the hours or minutes since I passed out. The fumes from my excrement, and the excrement itself, were no longer. Icicles were starting to develop from the ceiling and it was a wonder I hadn't frozen to death. I would assume this as part of my torture but the "cleaning" of my space was to contradictory. Regardless of this paradox, somepony had to have gone in here, and managed to cool the room and remove the unsightliness.

Which means there is and exit of some sort.

I frantically started searching for a hidden compartment in the walls or the floor, but a tap of my hoof only proved they were solid as an oak. As I continued with my search I noticed something was.....out of place. The frost on the rusting floors and the icicles on the ceiling, they were far to symmetrical to be natural. They had to be produced out of magic. Perhaps this unicorn was hiding in plain sight? It is an....eccentric theory yet it is plausible. Fucking explains why there was no need to break off my horn. Being watched unknowingly is far more intimidating then losing my magical abilities. Whoever decided to let me keep my horn.....they made a grave decision.

My eyes searched the room for a sign of life, but the there was nothing to be found in the cold, cruel interior of the room. Theoretically, if this pony was watching me from inside this room, surely they would panic if I made it obvious that I knew of their existence.

Or if his life was threatened.

I concentrated on my horn for the first time in years (days, weeks, time didn't matter anymore.) and my horn still had it's fiery glow. As I trotted to my corner of the room (I was attracted to this particular corner by some unknown force) I waited to hear hoofsteps, but all I heard was the low pitched hum that emanated from my horn. I was careful not to slip on the patches of ice on the floor, and when I was finally backed up in my corner; I shot a jet of flame into the opposing wall. Despite the cold air the wall and it's mold ignited, and the temperature of the room slowly started to rise. The flames massacred the ice and frost; and were starting to consume the room. If I was wrong about my incredulous thought I would certainly die. I accepted that. Moreover, it wasn't difficult to do so. I suppose that was the odd part of my decision.

The flames crept over the midway point of the room, and I started to sweat. I never realized how small this room truly was. At this rate the oxygen in the room would be used up from the flames and I would suffocate.

How pleasant. I'll die of asphyxia and be cremated right after; very efficient.

As my thought passed a green glow manifested directly in front of me. So there was another unicorn in here after all. His attention was now on the flame instead of his apparent cloaking spell; and he was attempting to put out the flames. He was wearing the typical royal guard helmet and armor, and had a shiny black mane that contrasted with his white coat. Without a second thought I plunged my horn into his neck and he screamed. After I pulled out I stabbed him again, this time through his neck and up into his cheek.

"AAAAAHHHHGGGG!!" He still managed to shout even with my horn in his mouth. Incredible.

With a quick shake of my horn I managed to snap his neck and the screams stopped. I pulled out my horn one final time, and he dropped. As his motionless head lay limp on my face, I could see the flames through the fresh, bloody, hole in his neck; and they were getting closer. I was surely going to die now.

Unless you're already dead.

Now why would you think that?

I didn't know why.

The intense heat of the flames I had created received my attention, and I looked, in the small amount of space that was left, for some sort of exit. I knew my attempts were in vain and I nearly gave up. But my subconscious mind kept me alive.

What if the only way in, or out of the room was through teleportation?

Only a unicorn would be able to move to these rooms, which would explain the unicornian guard, as well as my unconscious arrival into this damned room.

It was to make sure I would have no idea of where to warp out to.

The flames rose higher and higher, and they seemed to suggest to me that now, rather then later would be the best time to exit. Perhaps the flaws of my mental state weren't as bad as I previously thought. The guard's blood was starting to boil, and his flesh began to cook.

That smell.....aaahhhhh....it was lovelier then any flower or perfume I had ever known of. I looked at the hunk of burning meat before me and closed my eyes. I felt my horn ignite again and with a leap of faith, I teleported out of the room.

As I re-materialized I checked if any of my appendages were fused into the walls, or if I was conjoined with anypony else. Thankfully there was nopony to be found, and my body was all together. However, my brain will always be in an obscure state compared to my seemingly normal body. I started to observe my surroundings, and the apparent hallway I had ventured into was not so different from my recent space of confinement. The only contrast being the few cells that littered the hallway, and the torches that provided an insufficient amount of light. Never in my life had I seen such a place like this. Equestria was known to have only one prison, the dungeons that remained in the Canterlot castle. I know this isn't Canterlot. This place is far too metallic to be used by royalty. Had to be designed within recent years for it to be rusting.

Years. You can't use time as a factor in your thoughts. It's unreliable.

You can no longer trust then, only now.

I looked at the cells around me once more, and noticed there were ponies inside them. Some were laying on the ground resting, while a few others were clopping. I heard the scuffle of hooves and turned to my right. A brown colored colt with a brown mane was in the cage. He had an hour glass for a cutie mark and light blue eyes.

"You got out huh? Guess that means I'll be gone too."

And as soon as he said that, he faded into oblivion. How odd. He appeared to be an earth pony not a unicorn, so just how did he do that?

"Look! Somepony got out!" Another colt shouted.

"Run you foal run!" I heard from another corner.

They would incriminate me if they continued to shout this loud. And they did. A plethora of guards came from both sides (I must have counted twenty at least) and they surrounded me. I was knocked to the ground by an unseen hoof, and it was a miracle I wasn't trampled. On the other hoof, I was being beaten by these so called "royal" guards.

"Quick! Somepony bring me a hammer!" I heard from one of the guards. I couldn't tell which one it was.

My ears perked up at that and I knew they were going to break my horn. I knew I can't lose my source of power. I Focused my magic, and spun all the tumblers and locks of the surrounding area. Before I could even give the now freed ponies some sort of dramatic battle cry, they lunged at the guards with a ferocity. I believed the guards had a chance at first, but more and more ponies were flowing from every which way, just to participate and enjoy the fight. Wasn't even a fucking fight anymore, it was a slaughter. I had seen at most thirty guards after I opened those cell doors, but I counted over one hundred prisoners. The guards were having their skulls bashed in, as well as being punctured by several horns. I peered down the left end of the bloody hallway, and silently exited the scene.

As I ventured further and further, there were no longer any torches on the walls, and I had to rely on my own lighting. I concentrated my magic, and a white glow slowly illuminated the room. What I saw was far worse then the battle I had just participated in. The walls were just as rusty, but they had one additional detail. Blood. Specks, and splatters filled the walls, and the cells.....they were far worse. They were filled with mutilated bodies, some were alive, and others were long gone. Intestines and organs coated the floor, and deformed faces stared back at me from their eternal homes.

I looked ahead to see where the next torch would be, but there were no more. I turned back to the cells, and the ponies were gone. They were barren and empty, like the rest of the hallway. I took a deep breath, and continued to march on. I passed a few more cells, and there appeared to be one final cage. I presumed it to be empty like the others, but then I heard....weeping. I peered inside, and there was a pink pony with a drooping mane. I couldn't see her cutie mark entirely, but it seemed to resemble a balloon. The rest of her flank was freshly cut. I didn't spot any blood dripping from her side, which was quite contradictory to the severity of her wound. Before I could examine her any further, she rose her head and looked right through me.

"My name is Pinkie Pie." She said in a distorted, sing songy voice. I could only answer with a simple hello.

"And I'm here to say, I'm gonna make you smile!" An excessive grin started to form on her face. I was grateful for the steel bars that separated us.

"And I will brighten up your day, it doesn't matter now....if you are sad or blue....cuz cheering up my friends (she somehow managed to acquire a butcher's blade in her hooves) is just what Pinkie's here to do!" She brandished the blade for me to see, and then dug it into her right flank.

"Cuz I love to make you smile, smile, smile!" She started to twist the blade, and her cutie mark was completely unrecognizable.

"Yes I do!" She ripped out the bloody piece of metal carelessly, and she finally began to bleed.

"It fills my heart with sunshine all the while! Yes it does!" She started hyper ventilating and I pondered not only if she would collapse, but also why I couldn't stop watching her suffer.

"Cuz all I really need is a smile, smile, smile from these happy friends of mine!" Chains flew out of the corners of the room into her body, and suspended her midair. The hooks on the ends of the five chains were tugging on her skin, and she was developing wrinkles. Her skin was slowly tearing, although she didn't produce any tears of her own.

"All I really need is a smile, smile, smile from these happy friends of mine!" The chains seemed to move in acknowledgement. I suppose those were the friends she kept referring too.

"Smile!" One chain ripped off her right hoof with a large amount of force.

"Smile!" Her left hoof came off with clean precision, compared to the first chain.

"Smile!" The third chain slowly, almost reluctantly pulled off her left flank.

"Smile!" Her remaining hind hoof flew off with speed comparable to the wonderbolts.

"SMILE!" Her head was pulled off and nearly burst.

"Come on and SMILE!" The walls started to leak blood, and the room began to fade away.

COME ON AND SMILE!

"NOOO!" I shouted. I opened my eyes and the corridor was back to normal. A patch of light had also appeared further ahead. I recollected myself and listened for any more voices. I didn't hear any.

After walking for a few silent minutes, I finally found what seemed to be two doors; and six glass windows. This are of the prison was in a slightly better condition then the other decay filled rooms. The doors were wooden, and the floor was a lively silver; while the glass panes each had a word and a drawing etched in them.

HONESTY KINDNESS LAUGHTER GENEROSITY LOYALTY MAGIC

I had seen these same windows before in my limited visits to Canterlot as a foal. Underneath the traditional Equestrian lettering of each window was a painting of the current bearers of the elements of harmony. I can only imagine this is the rehabilitory slogan of the jail. I pushed open the doors, and a gust of wind nearly knocked me over; in addition to the blinding desert sunlight. My eyes still hadn't adjusted from the darkness of incarceration, and whats worse is that the sun is at its peak in the sky. After a few moments the sun had its "normal" effect on me, and I was able to see once again. Praise Celestia. My new desert environment was surprisingly monochrome, nothing but sand, sand everywhere.

Turning back around, I gazed at the enormity of my former home. With it's rather large windows, and brick exterior, it looked more like a factory then anything else. I took several steps back, and my horn was set aglow. I was facing the general direction of the massive building, and an equally massive flame started to depart from my horn. As it made contact with the structure, the faux brick exterior instantly burst into flame (very cheaply made indeed), and windows began to crack under the intense heat. As the fire spread the face of the building was consumed, and I could hear a few shouts from inside the jail. None of those prisoners will escape. I wonder if they realize it. Except for that one earth pony who left earlier. I'm not even sure I can call him an earth pony considering the feat he pulled off.

I put my back to the ball of flame, and started to walk in the opposite direction, into the heart of the desert. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. My basic needs were satisfied (as I was free now) but my....complex side was still yearning for something more. Answers; that's what it needs. It's time to search for the truth.

An Author's Note

Ok, before I get any further in this story I would like to say thank you for reading. Not trying to seem like an obnoxious blogger just saying thank you for taking your time. It's a long story. I do wish more people could at least see it and give it a chance but meh, can't force them. Therefore, I appreciate your conscious decision to skim through this roughly 100 page "novel" and offer something in return. During the time it took me to create the story I had no idea whatsoever of how to develop characters from the MLP universe. That is why I decided to alter the personalities of our lovely mane six as well as the other ponies, alicorns, and dragon. (I tried my best to make a realistic Discord.) Now that said, I still couldn't write anything through the perspective of those altered pony personalities. I applaud all the writers on here, who capture the essence of each MLP character with stunning precision. That is why I decided to make this an OC story. I needed someone who I could mold to suit my needs for storytelling, and still have a "realistic" persona. That is how Heatstroke was created. Originally I was planning on making him some sort of hero in sense that he helped ponies with problems. Like when he was imagining Spike's death because he wanted to the right thing. He did start out with a major personal reason for coming into Ponyville which was to find Rarity. Nothing much besides that one dimensional goal. Later on, I started to toy around with the whole subconscious and mental narration (from Heatstroke) aspect of the story, and started to change his sole purpose. This turned him into a dynamic character with the ability to change, versus the "programmed" goal he had before. As I started to progress with the story I realized it would have a bit more length then I originally thought, and the new dynamic version was adapted. (Originally the story would have ended with his killing of Rarity, Spike, and a suicide. But with a dynamic character it was easier to let the story flow.) While this has been one of my best decisions in writing this story, it has given me some problems. I want Heatstroke to be a mortal character but he has become invincible in a sense. Back when I had the idea for this story I was particularly interested in the theme of justice in a story. (I had read some O.Henry stories.) I wanted Heatstroke to suffer for what he did, but so far I have let him get away with an awful lot. I started to go for a darker style of storytelling and letting Heatstroke continue with his crimes was an excellent way to go about doing so. However, I am still partial to the idea of justice being done, and I have given Heatstroke (in my opinion) more then enough flaws, and situations where he has experienced pain or emotional stress. His encounter with Pinkie Pie being one of them. I think that I have started to see him as not just a dynamic character, but as a living thing (more or less). Through this evolution of what I think of the character, I think it has gotten harder to write sensible pieces of literature. This should be a good thing, as every good author I can think of, wants the reader to believe the character is a living, breathing thing. Now I'm not writing this note to say I'm a good author. Good authors have their work read and revised by plenty of peers before publishing a story, and have peers contribute to what they write, as well as their story ideas. I don't do any of these things. I don't write down good ideas, plan out my story, have people read my work and give suggestions before revealing it to the public. I may seem very pompous by saying this but I'm trying to be down to earth. All I do is write on a little cell phone in the wee hours of the morning, and then retype my work on my computer and make changes to my writing. The point that I hope get across in this note is that I understand not every person will read this. I would like more reads but I'm happy with passing 800. I also hope that you the reader, will be happy with the decisions I have made with my story; and through this author's note, will be able to make some sense of how I write, and have a deeper understanding of the story. Enjoy.

Abyssi

In the past hours I've been here I have learned a great amount about the desert. The sun turns it into a sweltering cesspool of sand and cacti in the day, and the moon turns it into a frozen wasteland at night. The difference in night and day here is just as wide as the desert itself. I'm not sure if I should hate Celestia or Luna, (sure as fuck I'm not going to praise them) as I can't trust the past anymore. I no longer accept that I killed Spike. Everything that has occurred after the first ten minutes since when I entered this town, needs to proven. All of it is hearsay to me. I am not going back to my pre-Ponyville ways, that would be foalish. I am going above and beyond them now. I have altered my thought processes at my own will and consent, as well as my physical actions. But my magical actions are in a different setting. I've always been adept at magic (that's why being a spell checker was so simple and easy for me) but I never really studied or trained in some gifted unicorn school, like the famous magicians of my time. Perhaps I should explore this area more. After all, I have all the time in the world out here. Might as well gain something from that time.

I looked up at the blazing sun and the surrounding sea of sand. As hot as it was now just a few hours ago it was frigid and cold. Must have been more then a few hours ago then if it was cold only at night. I can't even keep track of time anymore can I?

No matter, don't get distracted.

I looked at my cutie mark, and saw the familiar image of a nonagram. It was a magick symbol of course, compared to the modern magical symbols of my time. I never really determined specifically what are of magic I was gifted in. The course of my life eventually brought me to spell making/editing but I know there is something more. And so do the princesses.

Can you hear me you fuckers?

I concentrated on the sun above me, and attempted to move it with my magic. It didn't budge. I suppose I wasn't that gifted after all. I turned my magical attention to the sand, and levitated a hoof full of it to examine. Seeing all the different grains, and being able to manipulate the thousands of them that were there, it was pathetic I couldn't move one single large object. Albeit their sizes are drastically different, its still the same principle. (I have no idea what that principle is.) What I can do to one I should be able to do to all. There shouldn't be a single thing I can't overcome with the help of magic. I'll make sure of that. I don't know when that will happen, or how for that matter, but it will happen. Have no qualms about that. This is my new goal. I don't understand why there is this new found surge of interest in magic and my past, but it must mean something.

With my new sense of purpose, I started my inner quest for knowledge. Peering into the depths of my mind, I tried to recall all the magical knowledge I had learned in the past (pre-Ponyville of course), and it all seemed to be useless. The spells I remembered were either all about pottery and house cleaning, or how to turn a dress to another color. Sure I knew how to start fires and such like I had at the prison during my escape; but the real gritty magic I knew of, the spells that would rip you to shreds, or cause you to decay within minutes......it was as if they were blocked from my mind. I knew they were there, I knew I had learned them, but I didn't know how to preform them. I need to learn how. How to be strong once more.....how to kill. What a delightful word. And just as the delight of that word and its actions sunk in, I saw it. Life.

It was a simple town, from what I could see atop the sand dune, containing a few wooden buildings, an exceptionally large clock tower that cast it's mighty shadow over the town, and set of train tracks accompanied by a train station; snaked through the town.

Maybe what you need is a new life?

No.

To start anew again?

No.

To forgive?

Never.

But why?

Why not.

Because forgiving is what's right.

Who determines right or wrong?

You can determine anything if you want to.

And I will.

As the conflicting thoughts and arguments flowed through my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how I contained it all. Looking back at the multiple buildings below me, I started to trot down the cliff like dune that I was perched on. As I proceeded further and further down, I started to see the outlines of the nearby pony-folk. A majority of them had distinctive facial hair, or hats and bandannas. Their fur colours matched the desert backdrop, with mixtures of browns and darker yellows. I suppose these ponies must have lived here for quite some time for their bodies to try and match their surroundings. As I continued my leisurely pace towards the town, I noticed a familiar looking pony with a hat, vest and the cutie mark of a single apple. It was "Braeburn". I can't be entirely sure if I even met him in the forest, but perhaps he will have some answers.

"Howdy there partner! Never seen you round these parts." He said. His hat didn't move as he spoke, and he didn't have any of the familiar mannerisms I saw before.

I struggled to find the proper words to say to the enthusiastic colt, but I was lost in the dark. Despite all I had done I did have no purpose or meaning for being here now. No family, friends, nothing. I ended up using some foalish excuse.

"Well I'm not from around here. I'm from....Phillydelphia." I said this with complete monotony in my voice, and I personally expected him to fall asleep on the spot.

"Yer from Philly?" He raised an eyebrow and I sensed some things had changed during my time away from civilization.

"Why yes. Is there something wrong with that?" I was starting to get a little pre-cautious about answering his question now. It was the way he said "Yer from Philly?" that worried me the most. To my surprise however, there was no sinking in my stomach or sweat rolling down my hooves. Just the feeling of the sand beneath my hooves.

"Nuthin partner, just uh, quite a long ways from here." He said with some nervousness. I suppose he was intimidated by my appearance. I looked down at my fur and noticed the cuts and scrapes were still there. In response Braeburn asked me if I was alright. I felt fine. Splendid, fucking king of the world grade a great.

"Oh. I suppose so. If you have any medical facilities I would be glad to check one out though." My half plot answer seemed reasonable both to myself, and to the colt before me. As he nodded his head he mentioned something about a local hospital that was in town. He then asked me if I had any family "round these parts" and I said no.

"Well then, guess I might as well show you round this place. Considering y'ain't got any family here." He said. I couldn't quite place his tone in a positive or negative category, as his voice slightly fluctuates whenever he speaks.

"Thank you." My overused tone of a lack of concern was ever-prevalent, particularly now.

As he started walking and I followed his lead we struck up a decent conversation. Even though I had been in solitary confinement for Celestia knows how long, I still had some adequate pony skills. I learned the location of the saloon which serves the best apple cider, and the best trees for picking apples.

"Lots of uses for apples Mr. Heatstroke." I do partially regret telling him my real name. "Apple cider, caramel apples, apple butter, apple pancakes, apple juice and mah favorite, apple pie!" Right after he said that, a chorus of yee haws was heard. I suppose the ponies in this town were quite into apples, hence the town's name of Appleloosa. Or as Braeburn calls it, Aaaaaappleloooooosaaaaa. So far all the ponies I've seen look like nice fellows, and Braeburn knows a decent majority of the population. I do plan on at least being acquaintances with him as I have no other pony to turn to.

"Well partner you sure seem like quite the charming fella." I had to fight to control my laughter. Me charming? Preposterous. He might as well call me a pacifist.

"I don't suppose you got a place to stay now do ya? On account yer a traveler and all." I had to make some excuse for coming all the way from Phillydelphia to this humble town. But he was right. I did have an excuse, but no place to stay.

"No......I don't." I hesitated as I said that, presumably my inhibition to divulge information about myself.

"Well then," He said with a deviant smile. "You can stay at mah place! Motel prices are through tha roof afterall."

Somepony's a bit too happy.

Maybe I should be a bit more suspicious. That little smirk that just perked up out of nowhere. I hadn't even confirmed my stay at the Braeburn Inn but he was acting as if I had checked in hours ago. But instead of skepticism......curiosity took its place and over-ruled the voice of reason.

"Well if that's fine with you. I do really appreciate all you have done for me." As that sentence slid out from my throat and into his ears the expression on his face changed yet again; from a smirk to a slightly seductive grin. What have I gotten myself into......

"Now, heh, you don't mind if I show ya around mah place first do ya? We'll go to the hospital right after ah' promise." Promise? What a damned lie.

Still, I played along. Like a blind foal walking to off a building, and falling into a furnace; all because mommy said to do it.

We started to approach the average looking building, (I'm not even sure if he lives here or not) and it appeared to be more and more ominous by the second. It was a tall windowless building, very different from the prison I had escaped. In fact, this place looked much worse then my cell. But what was a building like this doing in such a nice town? Shouldn't it be in the middle of the desert burning?

You foal.....you weren't even sure if that room you were "trapped" in was really a prison after all.

When the sudden epiphany hit me, I nearly stumbled onto the ground. Luckily, Braeburn managed to open the door of the towering structure, just in time for me to fly through and land on a rose red couch.

"Well, this is mah place....lots of memories here......" I was far too jumbled from my near fall to notice the sinister tone he had. I looked around the room, and it was littered with pictures ponies.

Perhaps they were his family or friends?

There wasn't much besides the couch, two tables, and a few more chairs. There was a stair case that led upstairs, (must be the other rooms) but what really filled up the room; and most of the house I imagine, was the photos. Sure it was just some candid shots of family and friends but as I surveyed the room I saw pictures of a different vibe. They were sensual snapshots of colts in arousing positions, and I had never seen any of them before in any magazine. Unfortunately, those raging fellows could be seen outside in the town streets. All the shades of brown that I had seen just minutes ago, matched the photographs that were framed up on the walls. No wonder Braeburn was so well liked.

"Well then. Yer not a dumb one I know that as a fact. I guess thats why ah picked you." He motioned to the colts in the photos.

"Do they look familyer? They should. I've rutted with everypony in those photos. Every single pony. And they all love me fer it." His acknowledgement of all those sexual acts brought him a sense of pleasure ironically enough.

I should have ran. I should have used my magic or something. But I didn't. I just watched him tie me down to a wooden, semen stained chair. As he started to remove his vest I looked at still open door; which was the only source of light in the room. After tossing the vest aside, I heard the striking of a match, and an orange glow slowly filled up the room. He took a candle from a nearby table, and lit it. The match was snuffed out, and the door was shut with a thud. The only living things I could see in the room were the candle, Braeburn and I. The wax was starting to roll of the tip of the candle, and into it's silver base. Braeburn then tipped the miniature platter, and a hot drop of wax landed on my right inner thigh. It burned at first, but turned into a warm sensation after a few moments. And as much as it pains me to say it.....it was quite an erotic sensation.

He placed the candle on the ground, and as my colt hood rose from in between my legs (I felt very embarrassed at my lack of control), he took it all into his mouth. I tried my best to pretend he was a mare instead of a colt. He eventually took off his hat (which helped a bit) and was working vigorously. His head was bobbing up and down and left and right, and I felt dizzy just looking at him.

.............

I felt his front hooves grope my undercarriage, and as they sifted up and down I nearly came. When I looked back down I saw his face, and his green eyes seemed to whisper not yet big guy. As he pulled his head off and had his flanks facing me, I could only wonder, what if it was Rarity doing this?

His abrupt landing on top of me almost made me shout, and I didn't even have time to try and enjoy the forced penetration. It didn't hurt one bit though, as I was fully lubricated. I heard a few pants from him but I blocked them out. Within seconds of those pants and wheezes I knew I was going to climax. Perhaps Braeburn was a mindreader, as he dismounted, and grabbed my colt hood with his front hooves. He opened his mouth wide and all it took was a slight jerk to get me to spray my seed into his mouth and on his face. It was finally over. He started to suck out the rest of my semen, and I nearly came again.

"Now partner, was that so bad?" As he licked his lips in glee, I nearly fainted. I was just raped. And no, I didn't enjoy it all.

Are you sure about that?

His face seems to paint a different story.

"Ya know, I think it's time we got ya to that hospital huh?" I could only nod my head in shame.

He untied me and I took another glance at the photos in the room. Maybe my picture will be up there someday.

As Braeburn opened up the door, the sun pierced my eyes once again. I was in a bit of a better mood, not from the acts i just participated in; but the feeling of getting out of that horrid chair. The hospital was just a few saloons and houses down, and the colts and mares outside smiled at me. It was as if they knew what I had just done. Like the rest of the buildings around, the hospital was comprised of wood, and looked fairly basic. The inside however was very different. It was nearly identical to the hospitals in Phillydelphia, with its smooth granite floors, freshly painted walls (they were a dreary gray unfortunately) and hotel quality stretchers and beds.

"Well, guess ya don't need me now. I'll be back at mah place if ya need to rest.........or if ya need anything else. See yah!" As his hooves clopped away I was glad he left.

"Somepony get me a chair!" The pink mare in front of me shouted to the rest of the hospital. I cringed as the thought of Braeburn's chair returned.

Looking at the cuts that littered my body, it was obvious why they called that chair. They probably thought I was too weak to walk. A coffee colored mare with a white cross as a cutie mark brought over a wheelchair, and coaxed me to sit down in it. I obliged and felt its somehow cold leather seat. I looked at the mare behind me, who now began pushing my chair with magic. The wheels became a delightful blue and I felt very foal like looking at them. It was calming and serene. I looked at the other rooms in the hospital, and they reminded me of the "prison" rooms I had seen earlier. They didn't have any decapitated ponies in them however, and I was glad for that.

The chair jerked to the left, and right before me was an empty room. It wasn't entirely empty, as it did have the generic hospital bed and table, but it felt like it was lacking something. The unicorn stopped using her magic on the wheels, and began to lift me onto the bed. The feeling of sheets was divine. They were smooth....silky......I could have fallen asleep right away. As I was engorging my senses in the sheets the mare left the room, and I was alone. I started to stare at the grey walls, occasionally spotting the face of a pony or a tree. Finding faces was boring now, and I searched around the room for something interesting. Nothing particular, just an object to pass the time. I didn't find any. Instead I gave up and closed my eyes. Let my thoughts take control........

Braeburn........Pinkie Pie........Celestia......Luna........Heatstroke.......

Rarity.............

Not yet big guy.

I woke with a startled look on my face, and turned to the windows at the end of the room. The sun was just setting (or rising) and it gave the desert an orange glow. I looked at my sheets, they weren't silky or soft, they were covered in blood. The cuts on my body now burned with the intensity of the sun itself. Just before I didn't feel a thing. And now....it hurt. I didn't cry, I just winced and cringed. I was unable to do that however, as deep, brown leather straps held me in place. As my body struggled to break free, my wounds pained me even more then before. I nearly blacked out. From what I could see, outside my room were three royal guards, along with two medical ponies. All five of them were discussing something. I can't read lips, but their facial expressions all displayed the same emotion; shock and awe. Perhaps they found that burning hunk of metal that I left. Ordinarily I would have simply executed them without a second thought, but I recalled the sad fact; I didn't have my supreme, murderous abilities anymore.

"Hey, he's awake."

"Is he restrained?"

"Yes."

"Buck, he's bleeding!"

All I heard was voices. My sight just vanished. It was quite sudden. It didn't fade away dramatically; it just cut out like a circumcision. But my other senses, they were instantly sharpened ten fold. I could hear everything in the room individually, and point out every smell. My sense of touch was now phenomenally high. It was like I could feel every molecule in the air and in the sheets.

"Should we use anesthesia?"

"No time! Scalpel!"

A scalpel? They were going to operate.

But why? You need stitches, not more open wounds.

Maybe its for my horn?

That makes more sense.

And I felt it. The cold blade made contact with my source of magic, and I felt a chill run through my body. But as that chill passed....I felt a force (I don't know how to describe it) shoot right back.

"Ahhh! AAAHHHHH!!!!!"

"Sweet Celestia! I need some gauze here!"

"What the fuck......."

"Don't just stand there you foal! Put some pressure on that!"

"Ughh.....ackk...."

I suppose one of them vomited. The smell of blood and stomach acid filled my nostrils.

Spirit of death

Hear my cry

Two are left

Two must die

By equinox night

All will cry

By equinox day

None shall die

When requi-eem come

All and six

Shall be one

Perficere hoc munus o titulus unum et concordia erit

Memorandums

Dearest Twilight Sparkle,

I am glad to have heard about your recovery. Luna and I would like to send you our deepest regrets for the loss of Spike, and the emotional distress you must be going through. But, the elements of harmony have saved you, and that is truly remarkable. I assure you, I will be there for you as well as the elements. Be strong.

Your Mentor,

Princess Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

Thank you for your letter. It has been tough with the loss of Spike and I thank you for your support. I think I should be in tears right now, but you told me to be strong and I will be. I am sure he wouldn't want me to cry either. It was a strange experience dying, but after that whole mess things have gotten better. Plus I have a new take on the science of life now! Perhaps we should meet and talk about it sometime?

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

Twilight Sparkle,

I am happy to see you are back on your quest for knowledge! I would love to discuss the "science of life" and other things with you. Spike would be proud to see you are so upbeat. Let me know when you want to meet.

Your mentor,

Princess Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

I can meet anytime you're free and have nothing else planned. Also, our discussion may not just involve the science of life anymore. I've been having these weird dreams lately. It's tough to describe in writing so I'll just tell you about it when I see you. If you have time of course!

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

Twilight Sparkle,

Unfortunately I have less free time then I thought! I should be able to meet within two weeks from now. How does that sound? Hope your nights have gotten back to normal.

Your mentor,

Princess Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

Sorry to say but my dreams have only gotten worse! I really want to meet with you as soon as possible so I can talk with you about them. Two weeks sounds great.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

Twilight Sparkle,

Oh my! I am sorry for your strange dreams. I would also like to apologize for not being able to meet within my original two week time-frame. I can meet with you next month though.

Do get better,

Princess Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia

My dreams are still bad. I need to meet with you right away. Please make it for next month.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

Twilight Sparkle,

Things have come up, and I'm afraid I can't see you next month. Please forgive me. I'll let you know when I have time.

Your apologetic mentor,

Princess Celestia

Dear Princess,

It's not just dreams anymore that are scary, I have strange visions too! Please, I need to see you soon!

Your student,

Twilight Sparkle

Dearest Twilight Sparkle,

Firstly, I would like to apologize for the trouble my guards gave you today; but I just can't meet with you yet. Do understand.

Your mentor,

Princess Celestia

Dear Princess,

As I write this I see strange shapes and symbols and its not just me anymore, my friends see them too! I need to know why this is happening!

Twilight Sparkle

Dearest Twilight,

As I mentioned in my previous letter, I can not see you yet. I am trying my best to complete things and I am extremely busy. Do forgive me.

Your apologetic mentor,

Princess Celestia

Celestia,

I can't control my magic! I've been casting strange spells and making symbols and I've been bleeding from my eyes and horn! I can't think straight anymore! I need answers! Please Princess!

Twilight

Dearest Twilight Sparkle,

Remain calm. I am sure when we meet you will be fine. Be strong.

Your mentor,

Princess Celestia

Carus Celestia,

Placere rogo! Non loqui normaliter ultra et nec amici! Est ex elementa? Placere opus opem!

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

I no longer speak those tongues, but I roughly understand what you are saying. I still can not see you sadly.

Your mentor,

Princess Celestia

Carus Tyannus,

Mihi respondere non potueris, amicos. Aenean credam quid nos quaeritis visiones, et invenit. Cum vel sine te, non materia ubi ducit.

Aliorum Mundus

For once in my life I didn't know where the voices were coming from. They weren't my own thoughts, yet they came from me. I know not of what language I heard or the crude, cryptic poem that was recited in my mind. Numbers and letters. Combined they make words and phrases, and eventually sentences. In the end they are all the same.....and regardless of what happens, they all originate from thought. But where do thoughts originate from? Its a bit like asking which came first the phoenix, or the egg. If it is like that age old question (the phoenix or the egg) then everypony has their own response or belief. There is no "right" or "wrong" answer. Only opinions which, originate from words and phrases, and therefore from thoughts. Its an endless, paradoxical loop that drives me insane.

But, and this is quite a but, we know that the phoenix came to lay egg due to research, and it is a fact. With the confirmation of a fact, past beliefs fade away into lies because they have been proven to be untrue. Since everything has a reason and can be supported by some sort of fact, it's only a matter of time before we know where thoughts originate. It may seem like the end once we find that "final" fact, but the beauty is that it doesn't end there. Every answer that we have always leads to more questions, and one question in particular can never be extinguished.

Why.

Now do you understand?

I understand that by using my own thoughts you explain things pretty damn well.

Any other day I would laugh, and you would see me laughing even if you are blind. Hear my voice if you are deaf. But there is no time for that.

Are you an alicorn? Or some sort of mythical being?

Alicorn? Mythical? Ohoho! You make me feel like I'm a young colt like yourself. But I am in the "mythical" category.

If you're not an alicorn....just what are you? I don't feel any feelings of harming you. In fact....your voice is soothing.

Many others have said that about my voice. All of them were before you. Before a lot of creatures.

Well I suppose its more of my voice then yours. Afterall you are using my thoughts.

That is true. My time is limited you are aware of that correct?

Yes......I have one last question, are you the higher power?

...............I am higher yes. But not the highest. And I don't intend on becoming the highest either. You'll see what I mean sometime. Well....time isn't really important in my opinion.

I see.

You should have asked better questions.

Regardless of what I should have asked and failed to, I still understood the message he was telling me. Every end is but a beginning. Why he (or it rather) was telling me this was still beyond my grasp however.

Outside my generally chaotic mind things were even more confusing. Not being able to see wasn't as cumbersome as I previously believed, especially since I can't even move in this fucking bed. I can still understand whats going on around me. I've been bleeding and I somehow severely wounded somepony in the room. I could feel the blood streaming from his wound and from my own cuts as well. It's hard to fathom, but I truly can feel it, I know nothing is being imagined anymore. I inhaled the air of the room, taking in all the different scents from each of the ponies and objects that were there through my nostrils. It was a cacophony. Not of sound, but of blood, fur, sweat and vomit. Lots of vomit. I'll admit it, the smell wasn't as pleasant as pure terror or pure blood; but it was tolerable.

Hoofsteps. But whose? Can't be a guard or doctor. With all the armor and medical wear they can be heard a kilometer away. Unless it is actually a guard or doctor, and they think I'm asleep; attempting to assassinate me. Nopony is going to kill me anytime soon. I heard the ruffling of clothing, and felt the intruder place something on my head. It felt like a hat.

"Howdy partner." He whispered. (I knew it was a he by the very colt like voice. Not to mention, the very familiar voice.)

"Heh, sure didn't expect ya to end up liake this. Ah don't mind it of course." It was Braeburn, still chock full of "passion".

"Consider this mah one act of kindness for tha day." I sensed a smile, and just barely managed to hear the buckles and straps come loose, but I certainly did feel it. The warm sensation of my blood flowing back to my hooves was a feeling greater then any mare (or colt) could provide. Oddly enough, feeling better didn't feel any different. It simply felt natural more or less to lose those restrictions, even though I am still blind.

"Now, as much as ah would love to stay here I gotta scram. You can keep tha hat." As his voice trailed away, I heard the pitter patter of his hooves fade. Nice fellow. Far too touch oriented however.

And you're too thought oriented.

And thats a fucking beautiful thing.

Like Rarity.

Why do I still relate to her? Shes a pony not thought. A material desire. A pathetic lust that thrives on hormones and erotic stimulation. And I no longer need her. I'm stronger than that. Stronger then all of this. I can be the highest power! I can be immortal! She, they, everypony is bellow me. They haven't proven themselves. They haven't contributed in one way to society. Sure they stopped Discord, who wasn't even fucking interested in evil, only in chaos! Ha! Now that it's crossed my mind however.....there hasn't been a damned evil spirit at all. True harmony has both light and dark, and so far it has only been light. Thats what that message meant. It is time for there to be darkness once more. Through darkness comes harmony. Through death there is life. Heh, veritatem o tenebris. Truth in darkness.

As I accepted that fact, I felt my body change. Not a visible physical change, but internal. My vision returned. Slowly but surely. The clouds in my mind that blocked the truth fled like the dark curtain that blinded me. I don't think I'll ever find what caused my temporary blindness, but as long as its gone I don't have a care in all of Equestria. My sight wasn't the only thing that changed. It took me a while to notice it but my magic felt strange. Not so strange that it was completely incompatible with me, but it just slightly foreign enough for me to take notice. I lifted up my hooves, displacing the loose belt buckles. It was a lethargic motion at first but everything inside my body just came.....alive. I looked outside the window, and it was total darkness, simple and pure, fresh and clean. The overhead lights were too skimpy and lingerie like for me to appreciate. Raw darkness was now easy to embrace.

I concentrated my slightly exotic magic, and teleported myself to the blackness. As I reappeared in the desert environment there was a large cracking sound, presumably from my magic. There was a large amount of magical residue from my spell, and I could see it in the air. I was astonished at the bold, accented deep black (with a tint of red) energy that barely lingered in the air. For the first time in my life, I felt empowered. I felt like a god. Looking back at the hospital, I could only presume it wouldn't be long before they started to search for me. Everypony in this town probably heard that noise, and it was a miracle my hat didn't burst into flame.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the small wooden town of Appleloosa was starting to glow. Not a supernatural glow but the glow of dozens of lamps and lanterns being light, so the townsfolk could see what woke them up and caused that cracking sound. It was obvious (to me) that they knew something was amiss. The few unicorns in the town probably had a basic knowledge of magic and would be able to sense my heightened energies.

Amazing. You don't even know how you got these abilities but you're damn proud of using them.

Why wouldn't I be?

Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, you're being used? You've been put in situations that have changed you, and drastically so. You've barely moved a muscle, and have gotten exponentially better at magick.

And?

You haven't even bothered with your past. So much has happened to you in that "time". You've seen visions of supposedly dead ponies, and act as if they didn't exist. Memories aren't made, they are formed from experience you foal. You thought "normally" before, and now you have a second voice, with outside opinions! Influences, that are not coming from you, but from somewhere else.

So you aren't part of me?

How bucking clueless are you? Actually, HOW FUCKING CLUELESS ARE YOU!?

No need to shout.

Shout? In your thoughts? You really are.....regardless of that......outburst, no I am not part of you. I am Princess Celestia.

I know.

No you don't you arrogant colt. Otherwise you would have sensed me enter into your mind.

When did you do this? I'm not angry or trying to make you angry, I just don't comprehend the nature of what you are telling me.

I've lost my patience with you. Floor six, unicorn district. Remember that.

The ground around me started to shake and rumble, and the heavens above started to rip. I could see the stars in the night sky fly away, and fall to the ground. Everything was fleeting from existence. Then, it all went black.

I felt a change (more of a transfer really) in my body once again. Within seconds I realized the darkness around me was not from my surroundings, it was my eyes. It was astonishing. After I opened them, the things I saw, it was impossible to describe. But somehow.....I knew exactly what they were. I, I knew their functions, their purposes, even their names came back to me now. All of this technology, my technology, it was marvelous. Words can't even begin to describe the new world around me. Yet even though it was new, it was still familiar to me. The chrome walls, the electrical sockets, the laser lights of the machines around; and attached to me. They were the pinnacle of ponytech when I bought them. (My "real" memories were starting to return.) Ten bits for a seismic earmark. Lovely things. Tapped into your bio-electricity for energy and it could be used as an emulator for magic.

Tech-magick it was called. Allowed for the devices of the day to be easily accessed via this new magic, and it lead to an industry of tech-magick devices and spell books. Each of those things led to spell checkers. I was one of them. I worked at SCAALAR as a tech-pony. One of the best tech-magicians there.

Unicorn District.

Sixth floor. But what building? Thats irrelevant though isn't it? All of that was a dream. Unicorn District and the "sixth floor" don't exist. I looked at my slightly clean room. The feeling of chrome was comfort compared to that wasteland dream world. All of the screens that consumed the ceiling were on, and providing artificial light for the rest of the room. My retinal clock displayed the time in the lower right hoof corner of my eye. 14:30. Time for work.

By the time I had arrived at the Ministry of Magic it was still 14:30. Teleportation spells really are a convenience magick now. However, the inside of the chrome building was much like its outside. Both were coated in the mercury color, and not a pony was to be seen in either. No signs of life to be found. All I could hear was the high pitched ringing in my ears.

I started to ponder on the idea that what Princess Celestia told me was indeed very real. Turning my head to the right end of the hallway, the elevator doors looked so inviting. My need for time to think is what drew me to them, instead of instantaneously appearing right before her majesty. Trotting to the elevator doors, I realized the striking similarities between the room, and the prison hallway in my dream. They were both the same size and shape, the only differences being the chrome paint of this world, and the rusted nickel color of the dream. I pushed the open button with my hoof, and even the elevator reminded me of my wall-less cell. It was like the dream world was just the vision of an apocalyptic future. The doors closed, and I felt my hooves shake as the elevator jolted upwards. The slight vibrations shook my mane, and I knew I would have to make some slight adjustments to it.

Finally the elevator stopped with a thump, and I took a deep breath in. The time on my clock now said SIXTH FLOOR in large letters, and shortly returned to its humble 14:30 time. The sliding of the doors made a hiss, and as I walked out I saw the princess herself, gazing out the many windows of the floor. Her reflection could be seen in a few other windows, but she was dwarfed by the size of them. I tried to look my best as I approached her, making sure my mane was presentable, trying to walk with grace, and finally made it to her side.

"Look." She said. Her voice was calm and relaxing.

I saw my reflection in the window, but beyond that was the mass of skyscrapers and circuit like roads, and the large telescreens on each of the buildings. I could see the advertisements for SCAALAR and the seismic earmark 5.02, but no ponies.

The princess sighed, and with a little hope in her voice said "Welcome..............to machine."

End of Part Two

Incantus

I stared out the window with the Princess. The machine? I always presumed it was called Equestria.

"Much has changed since you were connected to the server." Celestia told me.

"Much?" I questioned. "It all looks the same your highness."

A slight smirk appeared on her face. "Well yes to you maybe, but I see the city as a breathing living thing. I can tell exactly what has changed, and what hasn't."

"So what has changed?"

"Its no longer a breathing, living thing. Its all mechanical." She snorted. "The roads, the buildings, even the common pony is merging with technology."

"You say that as if its a bad thing."

"Its not bad its just not....desired."

"Not desired by whom exactly?" I inquired. "All of us citizens, or you?"

"As selfish as it seems, I do believe its me."

I was impressed by her honesty. She turned away from me, and looked back to what she saw as a "metallic wasteland".

"Before all of....this...Equestria was just as you saw it in the server." She sighed.

So the seismic earmark was really "the server". And everypony is connected to it. All ponies were connected to each other essentially. But why is it that only I was let go from the server?

"Because you're the only one who still uses your brain instead of a machine." She said.

So she can read my thoughts in the server and here.

She smiled. "Yes I can. You're not the only one who has learnt tech magic. Now, as for why I have decided to let you go and what that has to do with why I brought you here; we need to return to our roots. The degradation that has occurred from our technology is on such a vast scale; its incomprehensible."

"A rapture for modern day society. Is that what it is?" I said.

She put it very blatantly. "Yes, yes it is."

I've never been lucky enough to have any major responsibilities thrusted upon me, but I was impressed with how well I handled this one. Heatstroke, assistant to the destruction of ponykind. I like that.

"This isn't a destruction I'm referring to. It's a beginning. Those ponies will still be connected to the server, none of them are dying. Nopony is going to be hurt." She looked right into my eyes and pierced my soul.

"Understand?" She said firmly.

I smirked. "Yes, your highness."

"Excellent. Now that we have a clear understanding, I need you to go back to the server. There is a pony you have to meet."

See who?

"Remember that pony you saw trapped in that cell?" She suggested.

"You mean the one who vanished? What does he have to do with this?" I asked.

"A lot more then you think. Once you go back (oh how my stomach sank upon hearing that word) talk with him. Don't spend too much time." Celestia warned me about messing around in there huh? Perhaps I should see what I can and cannot do.

"How do I go back?" I said.

"Just like this."

I felt a burning in head, a searing pain, and everything went black. I opened up my eyes and there it was, the same windowless room I somehow ended up in. Going back to this world was like returning to a solved puzzle, once you know the answer you feel like a foal for not knowing what to do before.

I've decided to give you the decency of your full magical abilities. Go crazy. But not too crazy. I hope you know your limit.

I do.

Good.

I don't have a limit. Thats one of the few things I know about myself.

I took one last look around the cold metal room, and it wasn't as scary as I believed it to be not so long ago. As my body was enveloped in the fiery red glow of magic, I teleported back to the outside of the cell. I easily (and quickly) remembered why I was here in the first place and turned to my right. Sure enough, that same brown colt was there.

"Celestia sent me her. She told me to find you." I said.

"Well I'm glad you finally came round. Now, I need you to set this place ablaze again, but with you in it." He said.

Never before had I accepted the option of death by my own hooves, but with my knowledge of this place as the false server world of Equestria I didn't mind. As I set my body ablaze along with the prison around me, I didn't feel a thing besides the cool flame. Perhaps it was the realization of this false world that led to the loss of my sense of pain. I can only hope it won't alter my other crucial senses. The world started to melt away, much like the wax of a burning candle. As it faded away for the second time I could feel my return to the real world. I opened my eyes and standing over me was the same brown pony.

"Now then, before we proceed any further lets get that bothersome earmark off." He said slyly.

Before I could have a say in the decision the tan clad colt gripped the SCAALAR tech patented earmark with his teeth, and tore it out. It was nice to have the feeling of pain return. I tried to ignore the spillage of my own blood however.

"Now do you remember?" He said.

I most certainly did. All of my memory of those dark magicks returned, and I recalled why I even enlisted the doctor's help.

"Thank you doctor. I appreciate your contribution to my cause." I said.

"Much obliged." He was smiling.

After nodding in my direction, he warped off to some far unknown space. I was starting to admire his newer T.A.R.D.I.S technologies. I looked back underneath my chrome bed, and sure enough were the letters. Straight from Twilight to the Princess herself. Full of incrimination and deception. I thought back to the doctor and his trademark fez. It was more of a cup that was painted red then a hat but it did help with T.A.R.D.I.S calculations and accuracy according to him. An excellent excuse.

All in all, the general luck I have is utterly impeccable. His T.A.R.D.I.S happening to malfunction and reappear at the server chambers. Happening to bring back my memories and ideals to that poor excuse of a body. Worse (or better) yet, to be freed from that "immortality" of ATS. Animated Thought Suspension. A cheap version of and endless life. I can't believe we all fell for her promises. Of course her mane six played along too. They didn't even realize they were simply pawns in the grand scheme of her twisted sense of utopia. Of course the stars the are the ones really in control of her now. Such strange entities they are. As old as the universe itself, and they still display the basic needs for control and domination. We all spawned from them is some way. Either through the planets they created or the energies they sprinkled throughout spacetime. Never directly involved, but always responsible for things in some way. A minor nudge in the timestream here, spacial distortion there.

Omnipotent, omnipresent, and cocky. They assume they know whats best for everypony and everything. They don't. They are such basic life forms they can't even talk. They just use a hive mentality on a widespread scale. Essentially, they're amoebas that have managed to become gods. But once I managed to find their secrets, I excelled past their hive mind. I exceeded all capacities of this multiverse. The connections between past and future, I could connect them with my own magic. Of course the time came where I decided to share these abilities openly, without having to suppress the cosmic waves that emanated from every spell. When that time did come, so did the stars. Returning for compensation from Luna for aiding her in her escape from the moon. It was much bigger then that of course, it was the first transfer of a star into another being.

Nightmare Moon was but a test, a foreshadowing of what was to come. Nopony saw that as such ominous sign of course, they weren't enlightened like me. When I did finally decide to travel to Ponyville and discuss with the Princess it was beyond my reach. The influence of the stars could be seen right in her eyes. It was never Celestia's fault. She just managed to be born with a cutie mark of a star. I did manage to warn the mane six of it, but of course just like the letters, they too were filled with lies. It did dawn on me at somepoint that there was no more hope of informing the otheres of the truth. No matter what I had done, regardless of all the times I had broken the "laws" of space and time it was all the same outcome. The eternal rule of the stars. What I believe is truly humiliating, was my loss of not just my memory, but the creation of false ones. I was controlled from head to hoof.

Now I have come across my assumption of what needs to be; a destruction......and ending to all this universe has. The time has come for the migration of dimensions. for all beings including the stars, to move to that final plane. There is much that needs to be done however. The best example of that statement is my lack of supporters. Everypony but Princess Celestia is in the server, and I cannot overcome billions of stars alone. Thus comes a plot. My plan is to bring about change in the universe. The new beginning. The Redux.

End of Part 3

Ultima

The room was dark, pitch black, and full of bodies. They weren't dead, Twilight was smart enough to know that, they were in cyrostasis. The minds of these bodies however, were fully active and fully connected to the server. Her teacher's solution to the end of pony-kind. Twilight Sparkle was the first to go into this server at her Princess' request, and coming out of it now was odd. It didn't scare her, she could only look in amazement at the vast amount of tubes that stored her friends and someponies she had never even seen before.

She eventually turned her attention to an exceptionally large tube, that stored Princess Celestia and her sister. The two of them there, they looked quite peaceful she thought. She knew they were in good hooves. After all, the whole design of the complex and the servers was made by herself; and the Princesses trusted every one of Twilight's decisions. It was as if Twilight was the real Princess now, but titles didn't matter. The whole purpose of this complex was to soften the blow of the end. Day by day, Equestria was nearing destruction. At least two months ago, Twilight herself noticed something strange while she was star gazing with her telescope.

A week after that sighting the mare deduced to be nothing other then an asteroid; and a rather large one at that. She brought her findings to the Princess who in turn, made Twilight swear she wouldn't tell anypony about what she found. Celestia revealed it wasn't any ordinary asteroid, it was the Nibiru. A large mass of rock and steel, planet sized, and on a collision course with their peaceful planet. This eventually led to the creation of the server. A top secret program known only to few Equestrians. It was designed to give everypony a happy, painless ending; versus the vicious death by an asteroid.

Twilight knew this, the dark side to her creation. Death would follow no matter what. And she was O.K with that.