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Zamairiac


A somewhat well known author, who is also well known for his inconsistent upload schedule. (My Patreon!)

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Aug
14th
2020

Mated For Life (The Trilume) · 3:16pm Aug 14th, 2020

I watched with rapt attention as the Private entered the cage, the stallions eyes wide with fear as the dark mass turned towards him.

"Tell me Private," I called, smiling as I prepared my notes. "What do you see?"

Greenhorns eyes remained wide, his mouth agape and frustratingly silent.

"Private Greenhorn, what do you see?!" I asked again, a little louder this time. "Private!"

"It's that thing," he whispered, backing away. "It's him! He's going to kill me, let me OUT, LET ME OUT!"

I marveled at how quickly the soldiers training seemed to vanish as he pounded away at the locked door. The fear in his eyes was all too real, and all too fascinating.

"Just a little longer, Private Greenhorn," I said soothingly, smiling as his terrified eyes met mine. "I need to make certain of its use before it is...well, used."

The dark mass was just that for me, a dark mass of nothing. It seemed that it only took the form of who you feared the most if you were close enough. It certainly seemed to be affecting the Private in any case.

'Note - Private Greenhorn has seemingly become a bit mad. It seems that being in the Trilumes presence for too long can affect one's sanity. Still I must be certain, and Private Greenhorn has failed Princess Celestia today.'

He was foaming at the mouth now, eyes so wide it almost hurt to watch. The noises coming from him were illegible, gargling nonsense.

...'Note- Private Greenhorn has stopped breathing. It seems that although the Trilume cannot physically hurt you, its presence can apparently cause enough fear to kill you. How fascinating...'

A few minutes and a quick jolt later, the panting Private Greenhorn was staring up at me with unbridled fear and rage.

"You let that thing kill me!" he screamed, staggering to his hooves as he tried and failed to move closer. "Are you insane?!"

"I simply needed to know the limits to what it can do," I explained, already dismissing his words as I began to mentally prepare the next test. "You are no longer needed, you may leave."

He didn't move a muscle, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared at me stupidly.

"I said you may leave," I repeated softly, smiling at the otherwise drooling imbeciel. "Do you require an escort?"

"You killed me," he whispered, flinching as I rolled my eyes.

"For a few moments, yes," I agreed, already bored of where this was going. "And now you are not. So if you would kindly leave, the door is over there."

"You're insane."

"And you've worn out my patience," I replied, my horn alight for the briefest of moments.

"What are you..."

The door opened and two male guards came in, both staring at the Private blankly.

"If you two would kindly take Private Greenhorn back to his barracks to collect his belongings," I began, gesturing to him. "And then remove him from the palace. It seems that Princess Celestia is most displeased with him, and therefore no longer requires him in her guard."

"No, wait you can't do this!" he cried, moving away from the oncoming guards. "You don't have the authority to fire me!"

I blinked, confused as I looked at the frantic stallion. "And why exactly do I not?"

He gave me a look, evidently confused. "Only the Princess can do so."

"I am the Princess's protage," I explained slowly. "And you were given over to me for my use. Now that the use is fulfilled, I no longer require you and neither does she. Your usefulness has come to an end, Greenhorn."

I nodded to the guards and watched as they picked the struggling stallion up, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind them.

'Finally, some quiet.'

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Comments ( 19 )

Okay. Shit seems to be going sideways.

ah what the hell

So Twiggles finally went off the deep end? Or does Celestia have her working on a way to sidestep the protections of the Old Magic?

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Celestia has no way to ask Twilight to do such without the Old Magic punishing her.

This is all Twiggles. Though how...well, that'll be telling :trollestia:

well, at least the old magic works both ways, so Richard can pop twiggles skull like a melon when she starts violating the Geneva conventions.

Killing Twilight seem to be the safest option at this point...

Damn. And I thought Midnight Sparkle was the worse example of Twilight. This is what blind worship can do to someone.

Dang, wome Scarecrow stuff happening.

Damn this Twilight is fucked up.

Here’s one thing worth noting, regarding the entire premise of this premise of yours.

Anger is a intense, quite deadly source of magic for Chrysalis and Richard, but whatever about fear?

If they using hatred can literally destroy Celestia’s magic like if her magic was a house of cards being blown away by the air being shot away by the engines of a Boeing 747.

What would happen if either of them are exposed to this thing and they start to use fear instead of love or hatred. Since both are now empath based magic users (for those who don’t know, mages who use their emotions instead of mana) and fear is a very powerful emotion, what would happen if their magic grows out of control and allows whatever that thing is to spread its influence since it will be using one, or both, of them as a virtually endless power cell.

However, I highly doubt that Richard or Chrysalis are going to be weak enough to fall for Twiggle’s traps due to both of them being able to see all of the emotional spectrum.

Though it would be quite amusing to see Twiggle falling prey to this thing.

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The Trilume is going to be something very...interesting.

You lot will know what it's doing and what it is the moment it makes an apperance. But Richard will not, and it is the effect it has on him that I intend to exploit. As for what it does to his magic?

Tiny spoiler - Love empowers, anger empowers, hate empowers at personal cost. But fear takes power away. I don't mean fear as in fear for one's loved ones or life, but TRUE paralyzing fear. Fear of the mind, body and soul. The Trilume is capable of this as you saw with Greenhorn.

I have a feeling that twilight and celestia might betray what they promised dome deal. Some sketchy research twilight is doing here. They should have no reason to try to take away richards power if they are not planning on overstepping their boundaries because he wouldn't use it unless he needs to. And it doesn't seem like twilight wants him to use it when that happens.

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When I said it takes power away, it is more in the sense that it becomes suppressed rather than stolen.

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