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// The Partisans of Equestria 
// Story: partisans of Eqwuestria 
// by Ferencelvtars 
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"So, this is how I got here," Ferkó concluded the story. "You're lucky to be alive," Sweetie Belle remarked and took another bite of the apple Ferkó brought. The others had long gone to bed, thanks to Ferkó's golem, but Sweetie Belle and he were still wide awake. They decided not to disturb the others with their chatter, so they strolled along the wall of the old city at a respectful distance. The wall, tall and marbled white with holes and collapses, looked more beautiful to Ferkó than even the walls of his own school, he claimed, though he admitted he wouldn't call it safer.

"Tell me, Sweetie Belle, where is that bush that supposedly bears the world's tastiest berries?" Ferkó asked, pretending not to know exactly because of the book.

"Oh, I'll show you," Sweetie Belle replied, then suddenly stopped. "Hey, how do you know about that bush?" She turned around and began to back away from Ferkó in fear.

"Sweetie Belle, I'm not a spy or anything. I just know your story; Twilight told me once. I asked because I'm genuinely curious if it's as delicious as she claims," Ferkó tried to salvage the situation.

"Well, in that case, come on, I won't wait!" declared Sweetie Belle and started running. Ferkó comically chased after the pony, who was barely 30 centimeters shorter than him, feeling the power within him. The pace was fast, but Ferkó didn't mind.

"At least the reward will be delicious," he thought to himself.

Soon, he caught up with Sweetie Belle when she looked up at the sky and saw a pair of dark green glowing eyes in the dark sky. The moonlight revealed a figure sitting on a cloud, but as Sweetie Belle ran out through a gaping hole in the wall, a greenish-purple light appeared above her head, intensifying and pointing straight at her. Ferkó knew who it was—Twilight Sparkle. The beam left her horn and headed straight for Sweetie Belle.

"Watch out, Sweetie Belle!" Ferkó shouted at the top of his lungs. "Stop!"

But it was too late. Twilight hit the young mare, who suddenly collapsed. Twilight almost immediately started flying towards her, so fast that Ferkó had almost no time to react. Quickly, he pulled out his phone, invoked his power, summoned a golem resembling four gigantic speakers, connected his phone to the golem, and played the first thing that came to his hand.

"I am Miklós Horty's soldier, the most beautiful soldier!" resounded from the speakers so loudly that Ferkó nearly went deaf. Disregarding this, he ran towards Sweetie Belle.

Twilight covered her ears with her front hooves, but it wasn't enough to drown out the incredible noise. Ferkó cast a spell into his horn, grabbing hold of environmental magic, and fired a powerful shot at Twilight. Another one and another one. Twilight took flight again, soaring into the sky above the trees, but instead of massive shots, Ferkó started firing many smaller ones, like a machine gun. He hit one of Twilight's wings before she could shield herself. However, she managed to land in the forest on the other side of the stream, about 400-500 meters from the city.

Rather than pursuing Twilight, Ferkó rushed to Sweetie Belle to attend to her wounds. When he arrived, he saw Sweetie Belle struggling, her horn continuously emitting dark and white magic. Ferkó quickly cast a spell on her eyes and saw a dark thorn lodged in Sweetie Belle's heart, spreading a dark curse throughout her body. Ferkó tried to grasp the thorn, but even with magic, it felt like poking a thornbush. Ignoring this, he began pulling the thorn with all his might, but it only sank deeper into Sweetie Belle's broken soul.

After a few seconds, the thorn completely engulfed Sweetie Belle's heart, and the light of her fundamental magic went out. She opened her eyes, shining green, and stood up.

"Sweetie Belle, fight it, please!" Ferkó said with tears in his eyes as the young mare headed towards the stream. "Stop, don't listen!"

Ferkó felt he couldn't save his friend alone and became incredibly angry. He quickly calmed down, knowing that being nervous wouldn't solve anything. He grabbed Sweetie Belle with a spell and pulled her back as much as he could.

"I need to reach the wall; that might help her. Maybe I can free her with your help," he reassured himself. His reserves were running low, so he borrowed magic from the trees and continued the dragging. The others woke up due to Ferkó's loud noises, courtesy of his golem, but when they saw Ferkó and Sweetie Belle, their concern replaced their anger.

"What happened?" Starlight asked frightened.

"Twilight cast a curse on her," Ferkó replied while struggling to bring Sweetie Belle closer to the wall.

"But why would Princess Twilight do that?" Ocellus asked bewilderedly. "She's kind, generous, and our friend."

"Twilight ran away?" Phynix questioned.

"No, she fell; she's over there on the other side of the stream, not too far," Ferkó informed. Smolder, Scoutalu, and Storm Scoald rushed to help Twilight, while Starlight, Ocellus, and Phinix joined Ferkó to help Sweetie Belle.

"What are you going to do?" Starlight asked, looking at the little unicorn struggling and trying to break free.

"The wall absorbs magic. If I can get her there, maybe I can free her with your help, Starlight," Ferkó said nervously.

After much effort, Ferkó managed to push Sweetie Belle against the wall. Magic began to flow out of her, but the dark magic seemed relentless. Ferkó persisted, and after nine agonizing hours, the black magic was almost depleted. However, Ferkó remembered that living without magic is impossible. He started pumping a small amount of magic into Sweetie Belle. Two more hours of struggle and fatigue passed, and the black magic was finally expelled from Sweetie Belle. The two ponies collapsed together, utterly exhausted.

At that moment, Smolder and the others returned with Twilight, who had a magic-sucking device on her to prevent her from teleporting away. Starlight looked at her friends and spoke confidently, "Sombra did a lot of harm to us, but now it's time to settle the score. From now on, we are the Partisans of Equestria."

The others erupted in cheers, and soon, the modified Equestria flag, representing the cycles of the sun and the moon with a crossed pegasus feather and unicorn horn, was flying on the city wall. And so, the story continued. To be continued