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// S O U P (and more, I guess. I have no idea what direction this story is going in at this point.) 
// Story: Wielder of the Orb: Third Time's the Charm 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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Time is irrelevant, day is night and night is day! For whatever reason, no matter what time it was the last time 'round, it's now dinnertime! Y'know what that means?

Soup!

"I'd very much like some-- hey, wait, what was I saying?" Nightshade tripped over her own words, staring incredulously at the Orb. "...Lightning, what the actual buck just happened there?"

Lightning Rod shrugged. The lights around them flickered again.

"Oh ho ho, no you don't," Lightning pulled out his wolf railgun again, glancing about the room. "Night, you see anything?"

The lights went out because of course that has to happen when the lights are flickering.

"Ah! The lights went out!" screeched yet another demonic presence of the dumb kind sent by Anicetus or whoever the heck that guy is at this point.

That screech was then quickly followed up with a deep fwoomp and a howl as a stream of wolves pummeled yet another henchman. Problem solved.

"So anyway, about that soup," Lightning Rod cleared his throat, setting down the railgun. "Soup? Hey-- soup! Soup!"

Nightshade scrunched her muzzle, taking a step back from her roommate. This was getting weird, even by her standards.

"Soup!" Lightning shouted again, unaware that the author was forcing the chapter to be about soup. A bowl of soup manifested itself in front of him, and then he stopped yelling soup.

Nightshade blinked, watching her roommate drink his soup. "Um... so... that happened, I guess," she shook her head. "You know what? I'm gonna take a walk."





Just as before, the author no longer has any idea what time of day it is in the story, and so is assuming that it is currently the evening, or already nighttime. Regardless of the time, Nightshade wandered the park anyway. It was a neat little place-- a little playground for the foals, green, rolling hills, the works, as far as she was concerned. It was peaceful.

Of course, she brought the Orb with her, too. She couldn't risk having it be snatched away while she wasn't paying attention, after all. She felt the Orb slip out of her grasp as somepony snatched it away while she wasn't paying attention.

"Hey!" she whirled around to face a couple of colts. The one who was now holding the Orb blew a raspberry at her and took off.

"Hey!" she repeated again, "Wha-what are you doing?"

The colts kept running, their dark coats concealing them in the nighttime shadows. Nightshade slowed her steps, watching them vanish from view. 

An eerie mist began to bubble from the ground. Frowning, the mare lit her horn, casting some much-needed light over the ground. The mist continued to rise, curling around her body and stretching into the air. The ground began to rumble, emanating a low, guttural groan-- almost as if it were alive. The trembling grew louder. Eyes wide, Nightshade switched her spell to a shield. The mist around her recoiled and hissed at the touch of her aura, retreating to instead wrap themselves about the shield. 

A grumbling roar echoed into the night as the ground opened up.