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// Ch 6: The End is Neigh? 
// Story: The Cupid Pony's Beginning 
// by Rainy_Daze 
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The Cupid Pony’s beginning



Chapter six: The End is Neigh?




The storm becomes more and more severe by the second; the rain falls harder to the point where it stings upon the skin. The wind begins to pick up speed to almost enough to topple anypony not prepared for it. Light dims more and more till visibility is near zero; the only light comes from inside the train and lightning. The thunder follows closely to its mother scaring the foals upon the train. Hail falls; some as big as a baseball while others as small as a pinprick. Atop a hill near the station a lone tree is struck; the fire illuminates the hilltop. A silhouette can be seen just standing; unmoving. The storm seems to be the heaviest at the hill; the winds swirl around the base of the hill. As the hail and rain beat out their iritic rhythms, Wilber and Mint continue to get as close as possible to base of the hill.



“How in the hey are we going to get through this, Mint?” Wilber loudly inquires.



“I have no idea but we need to do so quickly,” Mint shouts back.

“I hope that isn’t you Sis.”



“I’m going to make a run for the top!” Wilber Shouts just before doing so. He comes into contact with the swirling wall of wind and is thrown pass mint sliding on the dirt path.



“Wilber, are you alright?” Mint worriedly asks.



“I-I’m fine, just wasn’t expecting to be thrown that far,” Wilber says as he tries to stand back up. “Ow, I think I hurt my leg.”



“I know! I’ll try using my magic to get us past the wind wall,” Mint says.



“You could have teleported us in?”



“Yeah… I-I was about to say so but you rushed in before I could get a word in edgewise,” Mint says as she looks away from Wilber.



“Okay just do it already!” Wilber shouts.



Mint Glow starts to build up the magic to perform the spell. Once doing so she releases a blinding flash, in a blink of an eye both Wilber and Mint are on the other side of the wind wall. Something though is wrong, Wilber manages to stand up but Mint Glow is just lying down in the spot they landed, unmoving. Wilber walks up to her and nudges her with his snout, but still she remains motionless. Wilber goes around her to try and nudge her from the front once he get to the side, he is horrified to find that Mint Glows has a huge chunk of her missing what is there is sprawled along the ground. Intestines and other internal organs in plain sight, Mints’ blood oozing out of her staining the ground, her eyes wide open unmoving, unseeing, the eye of a dead pony is all that Wilber sees. Fighting the fear at the sight of a dead pony, Wilber closes the eyes of the pony he knew. He remembers his mother telling his older brother to only perform magic’s that he knows, because the risk of doing unknown magic may have grave outcomes.



“Why Mint, why did you try a spell you don’t know?” Wilber asks tears running down his face.



After a few minutes Wilber slowly begins to make his way up to where the pony is. A few steps after leaving Mint’s body, lightning strikes start a fire that quickly builds to stop Wilber from going back. Startled by nearly dodging his own demise he tries to calm himself down. He tries to see anything past the cyclone around the hill, what he sees are the remains of the train, fire, and ponies running franticly around looking for safety. Some of them seem to be screaming, some lay upon the ground dead charred and burned alive, others are trying to help everypony calm down and help the ones that are still clinging to life.



Unable to bare the horrors are him, Wilber steels his resolve to confront whoever that is behind this. As he slowly makes his way up the fire seem to be moving as slowly as Wilber is. A large piece of hail falls hitting Wilber and knocking him down. Blood starts to run down from the fresh wound, causing him to close his left eye as to keep the blood out.



Having reached about half way up the large hill, Wilber stops to wipe off the blood on his face. He is interrupted by a powerful quake startled; Wilber finds the closest thing to grab hold of. After the quake stops Wilber looks out pass the cyclone again, all he sees is nothing but blackness. Quickly going more to the edge he sees that the half of the hill he and the other pony are on is miles up in the air, the quake was the hill top being torn off of the rest of the hill.



“Not like I could go back even if I wanted to.” Wilber thought to himself.



Continuing up what was left of the hill; Wilber notices the storm become heavier closer to the top of the hill. Minutes go by as Wilber fights against the storm, finally reaching as close to the summit of the hill. The wind makes it hard to see anything within it, the rain become all hail, and the lighting strikes become more often. Wilber would have to force his way through the powerful cyclone. Taking a deep breath Wilber gallops at full speed into the cyclone, upon contact he is flung back a few feet. He lies where he landed writhing in pain for a few seconds before getting back up and charging at the cyclone again, each time taking longer and longer.



“I-I n-n-need to get p-past this s-stupid WALL!” Wilber shouts as he makes another charge at the cyclone.



He come into contact, his blood is splattered on the ground but instead of being flung away by the wind, he continued to go forward getting through the cyclone Wilber falls onto the ground. Laying there to regain his strength before continuing on, blood from his freshly made wounds spilling onto the ground, the throbbing pain felt trough out his body made him want to just lay there on the ground and not move. Forcing himself to continue, Wilber gets up and begins to walk the last few steps to the top of the hill.



Finally reaching the top, Wilber was about to face the pony that was behind this. Standing near the edge of the hill, a creature wearing a black hooded cloak that seemed to be made out of some kind of skin; the hood was up not much detail could be seen under the cloak.



“Such a beautiful sight-- ponies in agony, in despair. This is true beauty, don’t you think? After all; that is their true nature,” The cloaked creature said not moving from their spot.



“Why are you doing this?” Wilber shouted at the hooded creature.



“Can you not hear (master)? We wish to see the true beauty in this lonesome world. This is why we do this. This is beauty,” The hooded creature responded still not moving from the spot.



“T-this isn’t beauty, this is cruelty-- its evil. You have to stop this,”



“What you think is cruelty we think as beauty, neither is right they just are. What makes you think that we are the one making this happen, we were drawn here by the beauty that would happen,” The hooded creature replied turning its head slightly.



“What are you talking about?” Wilber said angrily.



“Chaos is what we follow; it brings out the beauty in everything even in thing as ugly as happiness and joy. If you don’t like it then make it stop. You’re a pegasus right? Make this stop then (master),” The hooded figure said turning around to face Wilber. Looking into the hood all Wilber saw was darkness.



“I can’t. You need to stop this,” Wilber said.



“You know nothing; you dare order us to do something you make us laugh. You who couldn’t even save one of your kind from the cold grips of death dare to give us orders. Shall we show you beauty personally?” The hooded creature said as it lowered its stance reading for an attack.



“No I don’t want to fight. I’m asking if you could do something,” Wilber said.



“Stupid foolish pony know your place in this world, all you ponies are below us, we are the shadow that follows chaos, we quietly watch over the beauty that comes with it. We a higher being than thou and you dare give us orders. You shall pay for your lack of respect towards us with your life, fool,” The Hooded creature shouted just before it leaped at Wilber.



Slashing at Wilber with one of its clawed paws, and biting at him all attacks made missing Wilber as he franticly dodges. The hooded creature stops the fury of slashes and bites and slams its body into Wilber, knocking him to the ground. Standing over Wilber the creature looks upon him and removes the hood that was hiding its face. The creature’s face was cat-like; its fur was a navy blue, eyes were as red as fire, and it had some kind of light blue gem in the shape of an oval on its forehead.



“This is how it should be the weak underneath the more powerful. Know this-- this is your place, fool. You down upon the ground on your belly, while we are up on all fours to enjoy what this entire world has to offer. We’ll show ye a mercy today we shall send you to the never ourselves,” the strange cat-like thing said as it started to prepare for an attack.



It opened its jaw wide readying to bite at Wilber; it opened to a disturbing angle the skin stretching to accommodate the wideness. Wilber, frightened, tried to get away but was unable to do so, he noticed the gem on the cat-like things head it was glowing, and it was what was holding him.

“Now die!” It shouted as it brought it sharp teeth down onto Wilber.








“AHHH!” Wilber shouted as he bolted up from his sleeping position in a cold sweat.



“Are you okay?” Asked a startled passerby.



“I-I’m fine, just a bad dream,” Wilber says laughing out of embarrassment.



“Hope you have a better dream then,” The passerby said before leaving.



“Sigh~ Ha ha that would be stupid to do in a story. I hope we get to Canterlot soon. I can’t wait to see the sights,” Wilber said to himself as he started to look out the window into the darkness until he fell asleep again.








“Happy Nightmare Night Everypony, Hope It is an awesome and safe day for all of you. May you all receive lots of candy and not get gobbled up.”
~Rainy Daze