"Hey, Deasly, can you set those bottles up on the fence there?" you ask, pointing at the offending containers. Deasly looks at you, and then back at the junk.
"Um...why?" he asks, after a moment.
"Because, I just thought of a test I wanted to do. If it works, this should be pretty cool," you tell him, and Vinyl and Dash both perk up at the word cool. Not seeing the harm, Deasly starts to comply with your request, setting the bottles up in a row, giving you four targets, about equidistant apart.
"Okay, now, I could make a rude comment, or I could just say the name properly for this attack, decisions, decisions," you say, holding you left hand out, and pointing it in the shape of a gun, with the thumb sticking up, and your pointer finger straight out, while the rest are curled. You brace your arm with your right hand at the wrist, and then hover in the air, wondering how much of a back blast this will create, and decide, while Finger Bang sounded cooler, you needed to be nice. This was a kid's show after all.
"Alright, here goes nothing," you say, and begin to gather the energy you need. You focus inward, finding that burning star of magic, and begin to peel a piece off, focusing it in the tip of your finger, which is pointed right at the bottle. With an image in mind, much like with the sword, ranger suit, and veritech, you push the energy outward, and open your eyes, aiming the shot perfectly.
"Spirit Gun!" you cry, and instantly the power in your finger flies outward in a blue energy pulse about the same width as the finger. You, and the ponies, can feel the magic in it though, much like you could during a spell, and it doesn't dissipate once it stops touching you, the blast instead continuing on until it slams heavily into the bottle, sending it flying end over end, landing several pony scale feet behind the fence.
"Oh my," was what you heard behind you, this from Octavia. The others just seem to stare, stunned since you failed to move the rock earlier from much closer. The Professor, meanwhile, has noticed what you're doing, and has all his instruments pointed at you, while furiously writing in notebooks beside him.
"Heh, you think that was cool, let's try going old school magic on the next," you say, and then focus inward again. This time you try to visualize the attack you want to do, but it comes out a dozen different ways, like your brain is trying to force itself to think in the way of the attack, which seemed oddly appropriate given the nature of the spell. Still, you have to pick from among them, and at last choose the one from a game you'd actually seen, and opening your eyes, you see the glow of magic at your feet, as you focus your power, and with a flick of your mind, release it, while pointing at your target for dramatic effect.
"Magic Missile!" this cry is followed by four arrows made of pure white energy flying outward from your feet in four directions, the one behind looping over your head, while the two to the side twist in the air, before all four are pointed right at the second bottle. The one from in front of you hits it first, and knocks the bottle into the air, followed closely by the second, which sends it farther up, and then the third, higher still, before the four comes from behind and slams it downward instead, the bottle plummeting from out the sky, and landing with a glass shattering sound in the distance.
"Intriguing. Do you have more spells like that in your repertoire?" ask Rarity, and you turn, nodding, as you take aim at the third bottle. This time you bring you left hand to your forehead, focusing the power inside you into the tips of your pointer and middle fingers on that hand, as you curl the rest together, trying to focus on the attack. Luckily, you know how the attack goes, and for you, it feels ready in a few seconds of focus, unlike the attacks inventor, who needed several minutes to make it work. Still, once it's ready sparks begin to fly from your fingers, and you decide to just let it loose.
"Special Beam Cannon!" you shout, and a spiral of energy emerges from your fingers, going straight for your target. You expect it to drill straight through the bottle, like in the show, but instead, the instant the blast touches it, the bottle explodes, sending shards of glass flying into the field behind the fence, going for several yards, before falling into the high grass, making Vinyl and Rainbow woop, the latter calling for a repeat, before getting a rather unkind look from her friends, while the Professor approaches the bottles you'd already knocked over, and begins to run one of his devices over them.
"Very interesting. You energies leave no trace of themselves once they're done. Even the best unicorn leaves little bits of magic everywhere when we use our magic, but you must absorb the residual back into yourself. That really does put you at the level of the Princesses for efficiency. Nothing would be wasted, and so long as the attack is ranged in your mind, rather than being a physical thing to touch....say, do you have any spells that do damage without you getting near the target?" he asks as he trots back over, and you think for a moment, before grinning, remembering an attack that was a real show stopper.
"Oh, this will be fun. Everypony back up," you say, and everypony does indeed back up a step, but you turn to them and motion.
"No, more, like, towards the house kind of backing up," you tell them, and they look at each other with concern.
"This won't hurt you, will it?" Octavia asks in a rather sweet voice that you find very lovely.
"Um...I don't think so. This spell only should hurt the target, and I absorb magic anyway. I'll be fine. You guys though...I don't want to risk it," you tell her, and she nods, trotting back towards the house, along with the others after a moment. It really was nice to have somepony concerned about your safety, especially with the whole rock thing just being a few minutes ago. Still, this spell, while it never hurt the landscape or party in the game, seemed like it was going to be a doozy done for real, and you didn't want anypony, least of all friends, caught up in it. So you wait until they're far away, before you face the bottle again, and then hold your hands in front of you like your praying.
"Power of Magical Perfection, Destruction's Light Rending All, ULTIMA!!!" this time you feel the effect all around you, as a sphere of fire seems to form, your arms tossed up in the air as you hear a buzzing sound, that falls away to silence, leaving you floating there. It seems the spell fizzled for a moment, meaning you couldn't cast spells at a distance. Then you feel the rumbling. Even in the air you can feel it, and a still second later it manifests as a point of blue light, centered on the bottle that had been your target. Before a heartbeat had passed, the point of light expanded outward, and grew, the magic of it so great that it felt overpowering, like the whole world was being consumed in blue fire, and you think you might have done a bad thing, trying to reach out to protect your friends as the Ultima spell engulfs everything around you.
When your vision clears, it seems like everything is still the same, and the ponies are looking around them seemingly just as surprised that not only are they still standing, but that nothing has been atomized. Of course, then you all turn towards where the bottle had been. The bottle was obviously gone now, that was a given of the spell's destructive power, but more than that, the fence, and a good chunk of the ground around it was totally blasted, the grass reduced to less than ash, as a perfectly round bowl formed a hole in the dirt. It looked at first like you might have glassed the edges of the indent in the ground, but then part of the rim of the bowl collapsed inward, showing that the dirt wasn't even affected past the edge, it was just every bit of it inside the sphere of Ultima's light had been destroyed, utterly.
"What was that?!" demanded a voice, and you quickly turned to find yourself facing the Royal Duo appearing in a flash of light, neither of them looking happy, as they glanced around. All they saw of course was the lab the Professor had setup, and the ponies, gathered around, none of them looking like they wanted to explain a thing, until DawnChaser stepped forward, a huge grin on his face.
"That, my dear ladies, was magic, in its purest form. Nothing but power. It didn't even convert into heat or fire, just raw destruction," he said excitedly, his equipment flying around him as he rushed to the bowl, and began to run the beeping things over it, getting data, and writing it down quickly. Luna and Celestia soon joined him at the edge of the crater, adding their own light to his instruments as they studied it with their magic, making you think you might have done something very wrong. This gets you down as you consider that you really had just been trying to show off, not even thinking of how much damage you could do. It starts to get to you, and just when you feel like you should throw yourself on the mercy of the Goddesses, Celestia and DawnChaser start laughing, the two of them glancing at the Professor's instruments, and then talking in rapid fire, saying words you couldn't pronounce, let alone have any idea what they meant.
"Luna, I'm so...I'm sorry, I wasn't think, I mean, I wasn't consid-I'm sorry," you say again, knowing that neither the Professor or Sun Princess would hear you if you tried to apologize for what you did. Luna surprises you though, and smiles rather warmly.
"It's okay, it's alright. Celestia and I panicked when we felt a huge magic surge around this area, last time that happened was when DawnChaser was in Canterlot doing something with a unicorn mare he'd picked up in some seedy bar that destroyed half the city," she explained.
"It's not your fault, really, it's ours for over reacting, though I must admit, this is one hay of a way to wake up in the...well normally evening, but since it's before noon, morning," she admitted, and laughed a little, and you tried to cheer up too.
"I'm sorry to have woken you. I promise I won't be doing that again," you tell her, only for the two fast talkers to turn to you.
"Now, now, my little friend, one shouldn't make promises one can't keep," Celestia chided.
"Indeed, do you realize what you did? Don't you see what this means?" asks the Professor, offering you his notebook with all the numbers in it.
"Um....I'm going to say I did a spell I'm not a high enough level to control, and it means if I try that again I could get somepony killed," you answer, and DawnChaser seems to be about to respond, but is stopped when Celestia puts her hoof in front of his mouth.
"Yes, it was a very interesting spell. Simple, but powerful, and it could do a lot of damage. However, such power is not something to be shoved away and hidden somewhere, where it can't do anypony any good. Instead, it should be shared, and studied a bit, to show everypony that there's a benefit to every spell, like one that makes you smaller," she said, and Deasly blushed a bit.
"But....I mean, I could have hurt somepony," you protest again.
"And she admitted that, but you also did something even the Princesses can't do. You converted matter directly into magical energy. Normal, plain, everyday matter. That's never been done before, and I don't think I need to explain how much of a boon that would be. Just think, if we could learn how you did that...and then figure out how to reverse the process...we could store things as magic, and then reconstitute them when needed. No more food going bad, just turn it into magic, and then remake it somewhere else. Heck, think if we could do that with ponies," he said, and he and Celestia put their heads back together, soon followed by Twilight, who seemed quite interested in the discussion.
"So....who wants to go get some lunch, while the big brains talk?" asks Vinyl, looking over towards where said big brains were having their discussion. That plan is quickly agreed upon, though then another discussion rages, this one even more important than the one about designing a spell that could change how Equestrian's lived, namely the discussion on what to do for lunch. It soon becomes a two sided battle, with one side, led by Deasly wanting to remain at the lab, while the other, led by Rarity wanted to go back out. It soon devolves a bit into a heated argument, until one side comes out the clear winner, and it is decided to stay in and eat whatever's in the lab, though that’s mostly because Deasly reminds the others of the bar incident last night.
"I'm telling you, just because the Professor is flighty, doesn't mean I am. I spent half the morning before meeting you making sure the lab was stocked with provisions. After all, we're going to have more than one pony making their way here from out past Equestria's borders, and they're sure to be starving," says Deasly as the group goes into the lab, and follows him until they're in what resembles a kitchen out of the 1950s. Of course, that's ignoring the hay bale in the corner, various sparking bits along the walls, and what appeared to be a feeding troth.
"Just how many assistants does Mr. DawnChaser have?" asked Rarity as she made her way into the room, looking around. Her own eyes had fallen on the table in the room beside the kitchen that you'd missed, though how was beyond you, as the thing seemed to be miles long, with seats like cushioned blocks set every few paces, stretching away into the distance, and making it impossible to count.
"Active assistants? Just me and an earth pony you will meet later today. Inactive assistants who will jump at the chance to conduct research under his eye, if only to get in on the paper or book he'll publish? A few dozen. I don't even know them all myself, though I expect they'll trickle into Canterlot slowly. Some, if I remember correctly, aren't really welcome here anymore," answered Deasly thoughtfully, as he trotted towards fridge, and opened it with magic, pulling out several containers, and soon everypony set about the task of making themselves sandwiches, most of which contained flowers, grass, or were otherwise inedible by you. You did spot Octavia making some peanut butter and jelly ones though, and floated over towards her.
"Any chance of making an extra one for me?" you ask her, and the gray mare turns to you with a smile.
"I was already planning on it," she tells you, and you smile back at her.
"Thanks," was all you say, as everypony continues making their food, and then, when it's done, making their way into the dining room, the unicorns in the group carrying plates piled high with food, as well as a few with drinking glasses. You take a moment to notice that what they're carrying is juice, rather than drink, and are a little sad you didn't go with them to the bar last night, as they would probably be avoiding drinking heavily for the next few days, and you don't know why, but being super powered and drunk seemed like a really neat idea, it would make you just like Tony Stark.
"So, since the Professor arranged for us to stay here for a while, does that mean your group is planning the same?" asked Deasly as be picked up glass with his magic, and taking a sip.
"Well, darling, I for one plan on staying a few weeks and catching up with Fancy Pants and Fleur, if they still feel like spending time with me. I'm sure my parents can look after Opal and Sweet Bell until I return," responds Rarity.
"Big Macintosh and I were planning on staying a spell ourselves. Applebucking season was a few weeks ago, and the farm won't need much tendin' to at'al. We asked Caramel to take care of it fer us til we get back," said Applejack.
"And Applebloom's stayin' with Scootaloo and her folks, so no harm there," said the big red stallion beside her.
"Myself, I got some vacation time comin', so I figured I could stay here and hang with the Wonderbolts...if that's alright with you guys," said Dash, looking towards Spitfire and Soarin, the latter of whom was stuffing his face as fast as he could pick up the food, while the former was still eating her first sandwich.
"Sure Dash, I don't mind. We're off duty anyhow, till Snowbolt gets back, right Soarin?" asked the fire maned pegasus. Of course, her compatriot simply garbled a response through a mouthful, while behind her hooves Rainbow let out a fan girl squeal.
"Vacation time, huh? Don't ya'll mean you got booted off again for trying to make up for missed work with some fancy flying?" chided Applejack, and Rainbow looked at her meanly, causing everypony at the table to laugh.
"Oh, and Angel is coming here on the next train, and all my little animal friends are being looked after by Zecora, who said she'd be happy to care for my little ones while I'm away," said Fluttershy, almost too quietly to hear.
"And I suppose Twilight's got Spike looking after the library while she's here?" asks Octavia, only to be met with a few shaking heads.
"Naw, he'll be comin' up with the bunny. Don't rightly know who she got to watch the books, guess I'll ask her when she gets in," said Applejack, tearing into her meal again. The rest of you soon join her, everypony eating, drinking, and otherwise focusing on their meal. You try to take one of the sandwiches yourself, but find your ability to eat something like that rather limited. Luckily, Deasly has the solution, and with a quick application of his own spell, you find yourself holding a PB&J sized for you, that you bit into, complimenting the chef through the goo in your mouth, as you scarf it down almost as fast as Soarin. Once it's gone though, you see another sitting on the plate, but Deasly was busy with his own meal. For a moment, you consider trying his shrink spell for yourself.