Preview of Chapter One of WWC: Chrysalis's Revenge

Present Day

Christian and Twilight are stationed at two ends of an open field right outside Golden Oaks Library. The noon sun high above them, almost as if the face-off is ripped right from a western film. Twilight takes a quick, deep breath. Training Christian in the magical arts has been a daunting project to say the least. However, the human has shown promise in his three weeks of lessons. With a shake of her head, she readies herself for today’s little outing.

“Alright Christian, you ready for your magic lessons today?”

“You better believe it, Twitty! I’ve been practicing all week!” Christian cracks his knuckles in readiness. Training with Twitty has been a great way to practice his new found skill; as long as he had absolute focus…

“You said that last time before you hit that carriage!” Christian’s face scrunches at Dash’s comment before turning into an unamused expression.

“Thank you Dash for the annoying comment!” He sighs, a bit irked now. “Let’s do this. What’s first, Twitty?!” He shouts to his teacher.

“First, let’s do your easiest spell. I want you to block my magic. So…” Twilight’s horn starts to glow a faint purple. “BLOCK!” A vivid purple blast flies out of Twilight’s horn, aimed right at Christian’s face. Christian eyes light up.

“OH GEEZ!” He quickly throws out both of his hands, palms open toward the projectile. In the blink of an eye, a pale orange shield forms in front of him. The purple laser smashes against the newly made shield and vaporizes on contact. Twilight, realizing Christian’s quick casting, smiles.

“Nice form, Christian!” She yells. Christian opens his eyes to see what happened. Relieved that he isn’t suffering from a giant burn mark on his face, he sighs. He looks up at his teacher.

“A little warning would be nice next time!” Twilight laughs a bit at the human.

“I said ‘block’!” She responds. Christian’s nostrils flare at the comment.

“Never mind that, Christian; you performed nicely.” A voice says from the sidelines. Christian turns to see Celestia sitting next to the rest of the Elements of Harmony and Vague.

“Celestia’s right, Christian; you sure are gettin’ the hang of this!”

“Until he hits another mailbox.” Dash remarks.

“Oh, c’mon Dash. Christian has been getting a little better.” Vague says, floating above her.

“Well my boyfriend is no amateur, Dash.” A voice says behind the rainbow pegasus. All heads turn to see Dee-Dee, blonde-haired, gray-clad human Dee-Dee. The Elements sit there, flabbergasted.

“Wait a sec, Dee-Dee isn’t a pony? STOP THE PRESSES!” Vague yells as he falls to the ground, perplexed. Dee-Dee inches away from the fiery lunatic.

“Uh, what’s up?” She asks.

“Well Dee-Dee… you’re not a pony.” Dee-Dee pivots a hip in annoyance.

“So?”

“Didn’t Christian say something about being your OC-thingy when you got here?” Pinkie questions.

“Pinkie that was just a theory; since the portal is magic, I’d assume magic has something to do with it.” Christian states while holding back the rest of Twilight’s magic with one hand holding up his shield. “Ten bucks says that Dee-Dee has some plastic on her that makes the portal’s magic inert.”

“Well, my backpack does have some plastic in it” She answers.

“See?” Christian says while he blocks the last of Twilight’s barrage.

“Phew!” She says, a bit winded. “Nice work, Christian!”

“What? That’s it for the day?!” Christian complains. Normally, Twilight would give him at least three lessons for the day.

“Well, that’s it for your shield training. How about we try a bit of conjuring, Christian?”

“Umm… Alright.” He says, nervously. Christian had never tried to conjuring something with his magic abilities before. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Obviously, something simplistic. How about…” The unicorn thinks to herself. “Ah ha! Perfect! Christian, conjure up a pen for me!” Christian looks at her, astonished at her item of choice and laughs.

“That’s it? A pen? Pfft, easy.” He says, shrugging at the request. Conjuring a bit of magic in hands, he snaps his fingers and after a brief flash of light, the object he created appears before him.

“See? Piece of cake!” He says triumphantly.

“Uhh, Christian?” Twilight says, concerned for some reason.

“Yes, Twitty?”

“That’s a hen.”