The blood stains could still be seen at both sides of her chin as the head of Rarity finally raised itself up from her meal. Almost every last bit of flesh that was unto it was consumed by her and all that was left was basically a skeleton picked clean. Perhaps it was best left unanswered as to how the transition from a full on herbivore to a full on carnivore had been made by her. All that needed to be known on the matter was that she ate meat, that was it.
Back in Canterlot had Luna been following the events through her telescope. The alicorn was both shocked as well as horrified by seeing the results of the late night snack. She happened to be disgusted from it, to say the least. Though Rarity wasn't the only one who enjoyed the taste of flesh. That very same taste even came back into the mouth of Luna.
Her other persona enjoyed it perhaps a bit more then she should have. Nightmare Moon herself was known for feasting upon the flesh of the innocent back in her days of reign. A past that Luna regretted with every single fiber that made up her entity. Though dwelling in the past wouldn't have helped her in any way.
A ludicrous Rarity wouldn't have helped them in any other way. Yet the words of her sister spoke that she shouldn't engage in a battle. That she just had to leave the mare going about. That she had a plan of her own. The two of them were communicating through their thoughts as it was the only thing they could do in the moment.
“I still don’t get it though, how can a mare from that status, fall down and become that insane, that quickly?” whispered Luna to herself. Though in that moment had she lost the track of the unicorn. Gone was the mare as she had gone into a place where not even her eyes could see it. Yet when her vision was turned back to normal, it slowly all began to make some sense to her.
“Our old castle? What do you plan to find there, milady?” said Luna calmly. She removed her eye from the thing and just watched over the skies for a moment. The calm they carried was nothing but an illusion and she knew that. There was always a calm before a storm and that night was no exception. Luna could feel it in the tips of her wings, something was about to happen.
“Grah, there really isn't anything that can go normal in this land for once, can it?” The alicorn of the night wandered back into her room before she allowed her eyes to drop upon the desk with a rather dreamy expression. “I know, I know sister. It is just, don’t you get tired from it as well… Wait, are you proposing? It might work, for their sakes.”
The words that were exchanged were spoken verbally but entered the mind of the other without a sound in the outside world.
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While Celestia was still with both Twilight and Spike, and managed to actually keep the conversation going with the two of them, she also happened to be talking to her very own sister. Although their conversation came to an end pretty quickly as the hooves of the celestial alicorn were firm into the ground. She had an idea and wouldn't deviate from the course she was about to sail.
“So, when may she go home, princess?” asked Spike while a questioning gaze could be found within his eyes. It was a question rightfully asked. The princess felt that she had to answer it. Weren't it for the single fact that she didn't had a clue as of when Twilight was allowed to return to her library. She could have only hoped that it was rather sooner than later.
“I think the better question would be when the doctors allow her to go home, Spike,” replied Celestia with a calm tone. She then lowered her behind into a chair. “The events as they happened are indeed unfortunate, Twilight, there is no denying in that. But at least you are still among us. An arcane blast of that magnitude have caused lots of more harm in the past.”
Twilight nodded to the words as she remembered the very lie that needed to be spoken in order to conceal the truth from Spike. He still had a massive crush on the ivory unicorn and the truth itself would have devastated him. It was as discord himself once said, that a lie was easier to take.
Yet deep in her heart it still felt wrong that she had to lie to her son. “I am aware, princess. The massive surges I was working with were indeed found in books I got from the ancient castle. I just didn't realize things would be going wrong that fast,” she explained as an argument to confirm her story even further.
Yet Spike didn't really care about it, he was just glad that Twilight was still there. It sounded cliché but it was just how he felt on it. “Doesn't matter Twi, at least you know that you shouldn't be doing it again, right?” His tone sounded so upbeat, so ignorant even. It almost brought a tear to the eyes of Celestia. A tear that couldn't decide that it actually wanted to be. One of joy, or of sadness.
Luckily for her it didn't made its way over to her cheek and neither of the being actually questioned it. Though she did turn her head away from the scene for just a moment. She had to take a little moment to herself before a deep sigh was released into the direction of Everfree. The place where Rarity was going on a rampage.
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It was deep within the bowels of the old castle that there was nothing save from the rage. The rage that was surging through the unicorn of grace and fashion. Nothing would have been spared. Rarity had managed to work her way over to the very room where they had discovered the elements of harmony. Once more did she look towards the altar of stone. A deep growl left through her mouth as her eyes had been narrowed.
All along the room were the marks of the claws clearly visible. Though the price was destroying the thing that once united each of them. It was some sort of spiritual revenge or vengeance for the mare. As if she could undo time itself by destroying it. All four of the arms were positioned in a threatening pose as the huffs were released through her mouth.
“It’s all your fault, you know, it’s your own bloody mistake that you ended up dead. Or perhaps I should give the blame to that good for nothing mentor of yours,” exclaimed Rarity in a roar of pure anger. The madness had consumed her very being. The path of reason was nowhere to be found. Yet perhaps that was the best thing to have happened to her. For that way she wouldn't feel any mercy as her horn charged itself up and fired the shot straight into the middle stone orb.
The destruction of the altar of harmony had begun. The unicorn wouldn't stop until everything in it was destroyed. Pulverized into nothing more but just gavel and dust, that was what she wanted to make from the past. From her past, from their past.