And thus I arrived.
Another world, pure and untainted.
I knew that the magic of my brothers had not affected it.
The people of this world were peaceful. Weak.
They believe friendship is a force which has some tangible power.
The threats they have faced would seem terrifying, but none of them have actually been killed by the threats.
They are an extremely innocent race.
How easy they will be to manipulate.....
How do I know this?
Simple. I'm in the mind of one of the populace.
"Ow!"
"Is something wrong dear?"
*sigh*"It's nothing Rarity."
Twilight Sparkle was confused.
Every now and then, starting from when the crystal appeared, she would have a headache, and would think of something.
That something was never related to the topic at hand.
At one point she had started thinking about The Elements of Harmony.
At one she had thought about Celestia.
One time she even thought about Tartarus... but she could not fathom why.
She had been like this ever since the crystal appeared, a bit nervous, really twitchy, she couldn't explain it. She HOPED that Rarity had some idea what the thing was, but as she looked on, those hopes slowly diminished.
"I'm sorry dear, but I've NEVER seen anything like this! It seems to have some residual magic in it, but that's about it!"
Twilight's ears perked up. Magic? Magic was something she understood.
But why hadn't SHE noticed?
She was never like this.
She had dragged the thing all the way to Carousel Boutique, why hadn't she thought about having a look at it?
Please don't guess please don't guess
Her head pounded again, and she remembered why.
Phew....
Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Darling, could you get that?"
The pony called 'Twilight Sparkle' trotted over to the door, and revealed the perfect target.
Normally, before I can take full bodily control of anything, I have to break it. I have to remove it's will, it's urge to survive. I have to crush the things' hopes and dreams. But the perfect victim came through that door. One which was important in the structure of politics of the nation I was in, one with a pink mane and tail, and a yellow body with a 'cutie mark' of three butterflies.
They called her Fluttershy, but I knew what she really was.
Broken.