It was a dark and stormy night in Ponyville. Well, not exactly stormy, but a with covering of clouds over the moon. So a dark and cloudy night.
The colt's laugh echoed throughout the dreary attic. "Now, with my machine complete, Onyx Breeze will finally pay for bullying me!" He pulled a lever on the metal ray-gun-looking thing standing in the attic, and a beam fired at the drawing of a shining ruby pegasus whose wings seemed to be made of shadows.
I opened my eyes. Wait, no. That's not right. My eyes were already open. How did they open? What was I doing here? Who was I? I had no memories, no idea of what I was doing here. I only knew that I existed.
Raising a hoof, I stepped forward and collided with a machine, causing a blast of green magic to fire off and hit a wall of drawings. I could just barely see a green unicorn colt with a pair of safety goggles looking up at me with a mix of admiration and fear. My sight was still fuzzy, my eyes buzzing from just having been created. The world seemed strange, and I had a mix of belonging and strangeness. The colt began to speak-
And I was overtaken by a massive wave of hatred. I felt like a monster. And suddenly I had a purpose. A single memory. Unfurling my wings I kicked, shattering a window and jumping out. My powerful wings beat the air as I soared, searching for one thing. A colt by the name of Onyx Breeze.
The colt stared in amazement at where his monster used to be. "It really works..." He said, eyes shining. "It works!" He cheered, jumping up and down all over the attic. "It works." He said solemnly once more.
The machine might work, but what could come of such a thing? The power to bring monsters to life... and it's already been used twice. Once to create the Voidwing, and again to create... whatever is currently sitting in the corner, whimpering. The bottom half of an eagle, the top half of a fox, and fur the color of smoke. She goes unnoticed by the colt as he slips out of the attic to sleep in his own bed, and once the room is clear of all others, slowly rises to her feet.
"What am I?" Her voice is soft and smooth like a river of silk. Slowly, she approaches the broken window and her tail spreads out, the feathers forming a large platform. One claw is placed on the ledge outside, then another, and then she jumps, soars, and glides across the village toward a sprawling forest in the distance.
The woods feel safe and loving. Slipping into them, her tail feathers close to become a straight line, a feathery arrow rocketing behind her. Claws crunching on fallen leaf litter, she walks through the forest. There is danger further in, but now, she is safe. Soon she comes to a cottage at the edge of the woods, and something smells delicious.
Realizing it is coming from inside, she approaches and opens the door to reveal a house packed with critters of all kinds. Birds sleep in the eves, bunnies and racoons are nestled together in little beds, and all throughout the house is quiet save for the sound of snores. The fox-eagle hybrid advances through the house, climbs the stairs, and enters the bedroom where the smell is the strongest. There on the bed is a yellow pegasus with a pink mane. And she looks delicious. Unable to contain herself anymore, she jumps, her teeth sinking into the pegasus's leg. The contact draws out the horse's magic, taking it for herself.
And one taste isn't enough. The monster goes on to hunt for other prey, stealing magic, hunting down prey, and eventually finding kin in the village of ponies as the Voidwing pegasus burns it to the ground. Together they leave the ravaged village, a group of monsters that have banded together. The thief, the red pegasus, and the unicorn colt with his machine.
The Magic Thief
A Tale of Monsters and Magic by Z