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// XII. Shadows 
// Story: In Her Mind 
// by SeventhElement 
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Twilight’s eyes begin to glow pure white. She looks over at Discord with a fury stronger than she ever has. She takes a step forward, and her hooves ignite in flames made of pure light.
“A fight? Really?” Discord asks nonchalantly.
“I’m sick of games, what do you really want from me?” Twilight growls.
“FINE. If you would’ve killed her, then you would’ve been my ticket out of here, and I would’ve taken your body for my own purposes. But now since you’ve botched that plan, I suppose I’ll just have to wipe you from your own conscious. The plus side is that you’ll be dead no matter what, the minus side is I might not make it out. The plusses are oh so sweet.”
Twilight sent a beam of light straight at Discord, but using his serpentine body he easily dodged it. Twilight sent about ten or fifteen more beams before Discord chimed in.
“I’m bored. Try this on for size!” Discord extends his lion arm and points his fingers at Twilight. His claws suddenly extend and impale Twilight. Twilight gasps as blood runs out of her mouth. “And it’s just that easy.” He retracts his claws and she crumples to the ground.
Twilight sees the stars appear in her field of view once more. Her dying thoughts drifting towards Luna and her mane. She thought about all of the strange, poetic, and enigmatic things her sister would say. She closes her eyes to think of the things she would do in her subject’s dreamscapes.
“Oh.” Twilight thought.
The holes in her neck and torso previously spouting blood are now glowing brightly, sealing the wounds. Twilight begins to float, effortlessly reorienting herself to stand against her enemy.
“Ooooh, resurrection. Fancy! What other tricks do you have in store?”
A witty response came to Twilight’s mind, but a whisper of a word found itself in Twilight’s vocabulary instead. The word became louder and louder and soon, Twilight could no longer resist saying it: “Dwema’ght.”
Discord immediately recognized the word. “Magic.” The stars immediately return to the sky. Lines begin to connect the stars, crawling from point to point until constellations were formed. Patterns would emerge and glow brightly, as if to enhance the jaw dropping magical presence emanating from Twilight.
Twilight’s horn begins amassing a blinding gold aura, concluding in a thin beam of magical energy directed at Discord. He attempts to dodge, but to no avail: The beam disassembled him particle by particle. After all these years, Discord is finally gone.