The Harvesters
By: Master_Ovan
Unicorn magic is not, and has never been, one dimensional. There are types of magic out there that would cause your jaw to drop in wonder, or maybe even force you to cower under your bed like a young filly. Some unicorns are gifted with a special type of magic, and sometimes it is completely irrelevant to their “special talent.” However, using this new found magic, they can pave a new path for themselves, changing their destiny and forever altering the life they have been living.
It all began on a cold night in the middle of the fall season. The moon was high in the sky and there was a gentle wind blowing through the town of Ponyville, carrying with it a soft lullaby through the bare branches of the trees. Rarity had been sitting up at her desk working on a new dress design that would hopefully save her business. Her boutique was in danger of failing; she hardly got any customers anymore and could barely pay all the bills that had piled up like a mountain on her table. She needed more money and fast; she had a little sister to take care of, and a reputation to uphold.
It was about half past midnight when Rarity decided she was going to call it a day and head up to bed; she was getting nowhere on the design and just couldn’t stand to stare at those pieces of paper any longer. She arose from the char and made her way to the winding stairway, the portal to her sleeping quarters. She was about halfway up the stairs to her bedroom when suddenly Rainbow Dash frantically burst through the front door panicking and gasping for air. Rarity froze for a second from the unexpected shock of the pegasus’ rude entrance, and then ran downstairs to see what was the matter. Rainbow was holding the body of an incapacitated white unicorn stallion in her arms, blood was dripping from a large gash on his side and pooling in a little puddle of gore on the floor of the boutique. The cut was deep enough that they could see part of the inner workings of the unicorn’s body, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for either of them.
“Rarity, you have to help this guy, I found him like this while I was on my night time flight around the town! The hospital is too far away and he’s fading fast! I would have taken him to Twilight but she’s out of town on business and you’re the only other unicorn I know. You have to do something to help him!” Rainbow cried out, almost crying from the shock of having a dying stallion in her arms.
“Well, what in the name of Celestia do you expect me to do?” Rarity replied.
“I don’t know! You’re a unicorn, use your magic to heal him or something! You can’t just let him die, you have to do something!”
Rarity was disgusted by the blood, but in the moment all she could worry about was the unicorn stallion that was swiftly losing his life in Rainbow’s arms. She had to fight every one of her base instincts, but finally she realized she at least had to try to save this stallion’s life. There had to be something she could do.
“Quick, put him on that empty table over there. I’ll do what I can, but unicorn magic is very limited in what it can do. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be of any help.”
Rainbow gently laid the stallion down on the table and and Rarity walked over to him, examining the deep wound, looking past the skin and muscle to see chipped shards of bone and a ruptured kidney with blood pumping out of it like a fountain. She forced herself to remain calm; she hated blood, or anything that could get her dirty for that matter, but this was something she had to do. She closed her eyes tightly and focused as deeply as she could, channeling all her magic up through her horn.
It was then that something strange happened, weather it was from the stress of the situation, or the disparity of her to save the life of another, her horn didn’t glow the ordinary color of blue, but instead it was radiating a dark red. The power was emanating throughout the room, with even more magic flowing through her horn than when Twilight had vanquished the Ursa Minor. They could both feel the immense magical pressure bearing down on them, the feeling was unreal.
As Rarity deepened her focus to visualize mending the kidney, repairing the shattered bone, and restoring the muscle tissue; suddenly, the blood stopped pouring from the wound and the soft tissue of the kidney came together and bound itself shut, shards of bone were pulled out of the surrounding flesh and like pieces to a puzzle, were put back into the correct place along the broken bone, that then, miraculously sealed itself, making it whole again and just as strong as it had been before. The muscle tissue inside the wound slowly started to grow and the strands on either side of the wound intertwined and held it together; then, the skin stretched and came together welding itself shut leaving nothing but a faint scratch where the gash had been.
Rarity had never felt this sort of power before, she opened her eyes to see the wound completely closed, and she knew that she should not have been able to accomplish such a feat under any circumstance. She knew that the magic she just used was no normal magic, and in that very instant, she became obsessed.