Heat. I needed more heat.
The Smooze. Depending on where you were, a bad joke or a nightmare. Definitely a nightmare. It overran the Canterlot plain, destroying everything in its path. Ponyville, Hoofingtone, Canterlot... and Coltogne, my new home. Four places to evacuate, dozens of gateways, and no time to rest, and no way to help everyone. I'm still amazed I didn't burn myself out.
Charcoal and Gunter are dead, and poor Emerald is catatonic. I wish I could help her, but I have other problems.
Violet's in a coma, and our foal is at risk.
I'm going to fix this. I didn't do Oponn's fucking scutzwork just to lose what I worked for. I... I guess I'm going to have to make it, make a world breaker.
I stood at my forge, three tons of iron at my disposal. I grabbed the power, and took as much as I could hold without burning myself out, and began to channel. I began to melt the iron, eliminating flaws and impurities as I went, purifying it.
I'm strong, but even I can't hold up that much iron forever, so I let it cool with as many shields and wards over it as I could possibly make.
I sleep, but I dream.
*****
We're evacuating Hoofington, and Violet, Charcoal, Gunter and myself are at the forefronts of the effort.
I channeled to make my voice louder. "Walk calmly and evenly to the beacons of light. They will lead you to safety. Please try to assist those around you..."
I repeated my statement ad nauseum, trying to evacuate a city of thousands. We get the tail end into the gateways, and I'm starting to close them when the Smooze arrives. It comes in like a wave and a hunting cat.
It jumped onto Charcoal and Gunter simultaneously, consuming them before I could even think to weave, and it starts to chase after Violet. It lands on my wife, and I channel. Beams of Balefire extend from my fingers, plucking each and every bit of Smooze off of her. Then she collapses into a beam, dieing minutes ago.
"NOOOOOOOO-
*****
-Ooooo! I yelled as I awoke.
I took in the area around me, and saw Violet breathing, but unsteadily. "You're okay, honey! I'm going to get you better! We're going to make it. It's going to be you, me, Emerald, and the foal. You'll see." I break down in tears over her body, burying my face into her mane. "It's going to be okay." I sob, and kiss her forehead.
I slithered back to the forge, and began to re-purify the iron...