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// (CH1) The Will of One 
// Story: The World, But Better: Geometrical Will 
// by TCValley 
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“POINT.”

Magenta eyes shot open. An echo, immense, cascaded over walls. Nothing dared move. Time slowed. Eyes shot from doorway, to ceiling, to window.

After eternity, echo faded to shadows, lost by turn of wind.

Hooves made contact with cloud. The mare’s head snapped as far right and left, in turn, as possible. No threats. Her muscles relaxed.

Too soon.

Or too late..?

The world shook. Impossible. Clouds float. Clouds don’t experience earthquakes.

Normal earthquakes.

Footing was lost. The cyan one found herself upon the flooring of her home, hooves to the ceiling, shaking with the universe. No damage would be done; the nature of clouds would not allow it.

...Normal earthquakes.

Light broke shadow. Eyes were blinded. Vision; blurred.

World; changed.

The will of one, desires twisted as they may be, affect us all. Dormant fears return to life.

The cyan one opened her eyes once fleeting light had gone. As she did, one word crossed her mind.

Impossible.

This… was… impossible…

And blackness enveloped impossibility as consciousness fled.





“Rainbow Dash?”

“Ugh…”

“Rainbow Dash?! Where are you? Are you ok?!”

“...Ugh… Yeah. I’m fine.”

Clouds broke.

The world came flooding back.

...What had happened?

The Will of a Wizard is a curious thing. Many tamper with life and death, theurgy or necromancy. Others attempt to harness the natural elements. Fire, ice, storm. But none, heard of, have ever tried geometry to their desires. What good would it do? The other mages laugh. Useless!

Useless? If it exists, it is not useless. If no one believes, they will be forced.

“Fluttershy… do you see what happened to us?” The cyan one raised herself from the puffy flooring.

“Yes, but I’m not sure how it happened. The only odd thing I noticed was a big, loud boom last night. It scared all the animals.”

Rainbow walked over to the nearest wall with unmatchable caution, and prodded at it like it was a new substance.

Which it was, in reality.

“Well, I’m not sure how we’re going to get around like this…” her eyes covered her hoof, examining changes. “Maybe Twilight knows. We should ask her. But I can’t fly. Not like this.”

And it was true.

“Well, you could do what I did to get here, and use a cloud.”

“Or you could all just plummet to the ground.”

At the unknown voice’s command, the ground opened. Two Pegasi, incapable of flight, prepared to meet their demises. The dotted ground flew up to meet them.

...But the Will of a Wizard was prepared.

The ground reformed. Spreading. Widening. A world of pointillism is quite malleable, according to the Wizard. Darkness seeped forth from the depths of Equestria.

And two screaming souls were captured that day.

The Will of the Wizard demanded it.

But plans were to be put in order. Things were to be done.

They would see. They would ALL see.

Black liquid coated the floor of the small hut in the Woods.

It was time. The progression was undeniable. A boom locked itself over the skies of the world of calm.

Another change? So soon?

Very well.

The boom, alike the first, was the birth of a new world.

A world, bent, to the Will.

“LINE.”