Magic is a powerful thing, one mastered by the unicorns of Equestria
Yet its true origin, is shrouded in mystery
Some things are best left untold
It was once again a beautiful day in the land of Equestria. From east to west, north to south, all ponies were happy. Though it was on the plains around Ponyville that there was one pony who was quite nervous for something. That day was a very special day, but also one of the hardest. “Are you ready, Sweetie?” the caring tone of nopony else then Rarity said.
Time came and went and Sweetie had grown the bit. She was considered a young mare by then. But she still hadn’t earned her cutie mark yet. She had even mastered some of her magic over the course of time, yet by far not all of it. Which Rarity found more than fine. The young mare sighed before she replied with the usual crack in her voice. “It is now or never, sis.” The young mare looked to her sister who was standing just a couple hooves away and nodded towards her. Sweetie Belle began to concentrate herself harder than she ever did before. It didn’t took her much time for the green aura to reappear around her horn. The unicorn kept on charging it.
She wanted to unleash a powerful blast into the air, a beam of pure magic send sky high. The most beautiful beam any unicorn could perform. Sweetie closed her eyes before she bit her lower lip a little. There wasn’t any way back for her and she had to hope for the best. Not much later was there a small, greenish sphere that came above her horn. She was almost there, almost.
But something went wrong inside the sphere. The malfunction caused it to rip itself apart. Before either Sweetie or Rarity could react had the sphere exploded. A near deafening explosion caused the young mare to be thrown at least a couple dozen hooves backward. Her landing was made right into the grass, cushioning her fall.
Rarity rushed over to Sweetie in fear. “Sweetie, where does it hurt?” she asked while looking over her little sister’s body.
“Surprising enough, sis, nowhere. The grass is soft and the ground isn't that hard either. But sis how, how could it fail? I passed everything, except for the blast,” said Sweetie with both a disappointed and defeated tone in her voice.
Rarity smiled to her little sister and gave her a warm nuzzle on the nose. “Give it some time Sweetie. Then, you can do it. I shall give you an example of a pure blast. Watch and learn from your older sister.” The other unicorn went a couple hooves away from Sweetie. Once she found a safe spot, she took a couple deep breaths. Rarity began to concentrate herself, biting her lower lip as well. She couldn’t fail herself of course.
In no time was there a bright, blueish sphere that came over her horn. The unicorn raised on her hind legs before she pointed her horn in the air and kept charging the blue sphere up. She continued to do it until it was ready to be fired away. Under a deep moan of power did she release it right into the air.
It was a wonderful sight to behold. One powerful beam of pure, blueish magic was shot in the skies like a pillar of light. The higher it went, the more it became millions of sparkles. Which in return drifted back to the soils of the earth. After perhaps a minute would the beam have faded away. Rarity discharged her horn before she landed on all four her hooves. The drain of her abilities had caused her to shake her head a couple times just to stay conscious.
“Oh, oh dear me, that must have been the biggest blast I’ve ever given,” the mare said. Her eyes then turned over to the rain of sparkles that came down.
Sweetie was looking in awe of what she saw and wanted to try again. “May I try again sis?” she asked. She felt like she couldn’t fail, not again. Not before Rarity.
“If you feel you can do it Sweetie, go right ahead,” Rarity replied after she laid down on her legs within the grass to regain her strength.
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The young mare had begun to prepare herself once again. She concentrated herself harder than ever before, bit her lips and waited. Her horn sprouted some magic and she was about to give up all hope. But then did the orb came. “Come on... Come on,” kept Sweetie telling herself. Not much later and there it was, the blast itself. The blast of pure green magic was shooting up high into the sky. That time it was Rarity who looked in awe at her sister. She had passed all the tests they can give a unicorn. Sweetie’s future seemed to have been secured.
The beam of magic disappeared and Sweetie couldn't believe it. “Did I... Did I really do it, sis? Did I just blast pure magic?” she asked in utter disbelief.
Rarity got up on her hooves again and made her way up to her sister. She hugged the younger mare in the end with a tight, sisterly grip. “Yes Sweetie, you did it. You really did it,” she spoke in a proud and caring tone of her voice.
“Sis, I feel a little light headed... funny, even. Is this how it feels when you are drained of your magic?” Sweetie asked before she looked to Rarity. Who nodded to confirm the thought.
“The blast of pure magic, is the most powerful blast a unicorn can give. But it drains a lot of your magic as well. You do know why I taught you all of this right?”
“You taught me this for the unicornian tests. To see if I have what it takes to call myself a true-unicorn or a half-unicorn,” replied Sweetie.
“That is right, in order to call yourself a true-unicorn you need to pass everything, including the blast. I have faith in you Sweetie, you did it here, today. So you can also do it when they test you,” said Rarity after a smile had come to her face. “Now, how about we go home both take a bath, have some dinner and go to bed?” Sweetie nodded to the spoken words. It sounded like a true plan. Together they went back to Ponyville, back to Carousel Boutique. They were spend for the day, but the future held uncertain bits and pieces for everyone. Whatever worked in theory, never has to succeed in practice.