• Published 14th Jul 2015
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A man meets a blue horse. He ignores the horse and is by consequence teleported to Equestria. He dies shortly after

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Time.

Tharaal was one of the most prominent demons in all of Equestria. The ice was his to command, and no being would dare to bother him on his own turf. For the pettiest of creatures, Tharaal would simply blast them with a beam of energy, which could penetrate even the strongest of armors. But when it came to other beings of supernatural abilities, Tharaal treated them to his ice magic.

One cold morning, in the frozen north, Tharaal had just gotten done slaying a golem, a pony, and a naked monkey. He gave himself imaginary points for only needing two blasts of energy for the three creatures. He had laughed internally upon seeing the pony fall and snap her neck.

Trudging through the ice, the demon eventually found himself at the entrance to his lair. It was a giant, blue steel castle. In the very center of this castle was a tower. It shot high into the sky, to the point where the top was not even visible. Tharaal himself knew not how high it went. His personal unicorn wizard, Khlateel had built it. It most likely had a physics-breaking spell on it. Tharaal hardly paid mind to all of the complex magics in the world. He simply liked ice. Without further hesitation, Tharaal walked through the bitter, cold gates.

Tharaal himself lived underneath the castle. With a snap of his fingers, a large trapdoor revealed itself in the frozen courtyard. Minions immediately flowed out of the endless tower and went to work pulling levers, raising the large door so that Tharaal could enter. And enter he did.

It was dark inside. So dark, in fact, that the only real light came from Tharaal's own glowing eyes. He walked at a leisurely pace, until he reached the end of the dark hallway. Pushing open the doors, Tharaal entered into his throne room. His officers and personal guard bowed deeply, but Khlateel the wizard simply dipped his head. Tharaal didn't expect a bow from him. Over the time he'd known Khlateel, Tharaal had soon found no mutual trust.

The truth of the matter was that Khlateel was crossing the icy north one night when Tharaal stumbled upon him. Tharaal was highly intent on just stomping on the pony and going on his way, but the cloaked unicorn immediately put a stop to that with a simple, but extremely potent force reflection spell. Impressed that such a small creature could have such great magical ability, Tharaal decided to take in the mysterious wizard for the night. After learning that Khlateel had no goals or purpose, Tharaal invited him to stay until he wished to leave. And so it was.

Author's Note:

aadnadna

Comments ( 28 )

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It's got really short chapters, but what I read elicited a few chuckles. It's a nice experimental piece, too - though that last chapter was way out of left field. Complete change in tone.

Anyway. Have a like.

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I don't know if serious or just stupid.

If only you just kept this at [Dark] [Comedy] [Random] level, this would have been a little more coherent. I think people were more pissed that it was incorrectly tagged and the last chapter than anything. Oh well, good luck for your next story, you seem to have the ability, but need more work in execution.

Hmmm.., not quite sure what I read. Thumbs up anyways

This is tagged Tragedy and everyone else got hurt. Therefore, Tharaal and Khlateel are villains.

ps: one of differences between tragedy and non-tragedy is that in non-tragedy, the suffering one is the villain.

Some moderator really needs a slap for letting this through

I read the whole thing, and tell you the truth it wasn't that bad. Very experimental. I like that.

Have an upvote.

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Some moderator really needs a slap

Fixed. :trollestia:

Tags are fixed. I hope now that you may look up to the tags like you would your childhood role model, with your heart full of awe, love and ambition all at once.

What we know about Derek: He's no p***y @$$ b****. He doesn't want to spend time with Luna.
What we know about Derek's sneakers: They weren't brand name, and they were an ugly shade of greenish-blue. But they worked just fine. The bottom of the shoes had a ridged, rubbery pattern that did well to grip the sidewalk, unless it was icy.
Another nice feature of these shoes were the laces themselves. They were soft, flexible and colored a bright, neon red. Derek likes them and puts them on his bed.
If it's not important to the story, I don't give a flying feather what his sneakers look like. Derek, on the other hand, is supposed to be the main character of the story we don't know how old he is, we don't now who he lives with, we don't know what he looks like, he doesn't have any backstory.

6208787
I'm sorry my story was not to your liking. I'll make sure, first thing in the morning, to crawl out of my bed in the basement and tell my mother what you thought. Perhaps she may give me writing advice.

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I chuckled heartily.

The intricacies of horse dicks

6228554

Glorious, glorious.

Thank you for reading my story, friend.

6228554 I fucking love this!

6230279 I'm glad you do.

you should check out my other shit sometime.

6230288 mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmk

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6208787 Sounds like he's offering valid points, though I haven't actually read the fic. Maybe you should at least consider what he's trying to tell you, author.

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Shh it's true i swear

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aadnadna

Couldn't have said it better myself.

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