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Lateral Movement - Alzrius



Having been granted rulership over the city of Vanhoover, and confessed their feelings for each other, Lex Legis and Sonata Dusk have started a new life together. But the challenges of rulership, and a relationship, are more than they bargained for.

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230 - Piecing It Together

For a long moment Lex simply stood there, trying to process what had just happened.

He had been prepared for the possibility that the scroll had been trapped, even if the exact nature of it had caught him by surprise. That it might have injured or impaired him had been a risk he’d judged to be acceptable, given the circumstances. But that the scroll would self-destruct in the process was something he hadn’t anticipated. Even now, he was still struggling to fully comprehend the enormity of its loss. How could anyone willingly destroy that much power? That much knowledge? Even as a measure against an enemy making it their own, to willfully entertain the possibility of annihilating everything that scroll contained…it was enough to make Lex’s revulsion for Xiriel sink to a new low.

Even in death that monster has outsmarted you. His shadow’s words were full of scorn, making Lex tense as the taunt hit home. Your failure to comprehend the depths of its spite have cost you your best chance of protecting everypony now.

The hateful barb immediately sent him into denial. There had never been any guarantee that whatever magic was contained within that scroll would have been useful against the ghouls, after all. It was entirely possible that the spells embedded on the parchment wouldn’t have helped him combat the undead ponies. In fact, it could be posited this latest setback wasn’t really a setback at all, in terms of formulating a strat-

“Lex…?”

Sonata’s voice pulled him out of his stupor, and Lex belatedly looked over at where she was peering at him with obvious worry, a crowd of ponies gathered around her. The sight was enough to remind him that he didn’t have the luxury to sit around and try to analyze what this latest disaster meant. He had to deal with it and move on. “…keep gathering everypony together, Sonata.” He saw her mouth fall open before he’d even had a chance to finish speaking, and held up a hoof to stop her, hoping she didn’t notice that he had to strain to do even that much. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” he growled. Or at least, he tried to; to his own ears his voice sounded weary. “Just do what I told you.”

For a moment she looked like she was going to protest, giving him an unhappy look, before sighing and starting to usher everypony away. Lex saw House Call arguing with her but ignored them both, turning his attention back to the scattered scraps that were what remained of the scroll. Slowly, he gathered them up with his telekinesis, his horn glowing as he lifted each and every shred of parchment that he could see, gathering them all into a single mass. This will work, he told himself silently, steadying himself before he started to gesture and chant.

He had no idea if the repair spell that he’d used on Nosey’s glasses would also work on this scroll, but he had to try. Using it now meant that his small reservoir of divine magic would be completely expended for the day – since he wasn’t willing to use the last of his circlet’s stored energy to retain it; that would be better spent toward stretching what remained of his attack magic when the ghouls arrived – but if there was any chance that this could undo what had just happened, then it had to be taken. The spell was a lengthy one, and minutes passed as he slowly continued his casting, fighting off the dizziness that threatened to disrupt the process as he continued to form the necessary verbal and somatic components.

After what felt like an eternity, the spell discharged, and Lex stepped back even as he watched with baited breath while it took effect. Slowly, the fragments held aloft in his telekinetic aura began to move about, and he released them as they started to orient themselves, fluttering around chaotically before coming to a stop in mid-air. The pieces that were touching each other immediately began to meld together, tears repairing themselves as scorch marks smoothed over and disappeared. Gaps where the paper had burned irretrievably filled in as new parchment grew to replace what was missing. Best of all, lines of writing could be seen, crisp and clear.

Despite himself, Lex tensed at that, before forcing himself to relax. That particular trap had apparently been activated by the scroll being read rather than simply unrolled, since it hadn’t exploded until he’d started trying to study the writing on the paper. Since the trap had already expended itself, restoring the scroll shouldn’t restore it, while hopefully reconstructing all of the other spells it had contained.

A moment later the scroll was completely whole again, fluttering to the ground as the reparative magic finished. Lex didn’t immediately go over to it – it was unlikely that there was a secondary trap on it, since the first one had been so conclusive in its efficacy, but after what had just happened he couldn’t bring himself to rush in headlong – but instead brought his circlet’s other power to bear, tuning his vision in to the magical spectrum. This would confirm whether or not the spells the scroll had contained had also been rest-

There was nothing there.

“No…” The whisper slid from his lips, his heart giving a lurch as he beheld the total and complete absence of any sort of magical energy radiating from the scroll. For an instant, he seized onto the idea that something had happened to the circlet itself, like when Xiriel had covertly deactivated it, but that suspicion lasted exactly as long as it took Lex to turn his head and look at the magic items on his body, their auras plainly visible to him now. Trying to fight down a wave of desperation, he turned back to the scroll, approaching it heedlessly now as he lifted it in his telekinesis once again, peering at it intently. But no matter how much he gazed at it there was no magical signature there, only the trace echoes of lingering auras to indicate that there had been, and those were already starting to decay.

It took a supreme act of discipline on Lex’s part not to scream at the unfairness of it all. Why do all of my efforts fail?! he raged silently. Why am I always punished for doing the right thing?! He very nearly crumpled the scroll right there, but instead he choked down his frustration and made himself begin skimming the lines of text on the now magic-less parchment.

Lex knew from experience that spell scrolls were virtually identical to his spell-embedded gemstones, in that both essentially stored a pre-cast spell in a physical container, waiting to be unleashed; only the physical medium differed. In the case of his gems, a potential caster merely had to look into one of the crystalline facets and view the geometric diagrams within, which visualized the instructions for how the stored energy would take effect once it was released. For scrolls, the process was virtually identical, except that the instructions were textual in nature rather than formulaic.

Looking over the scroll now, Lex could see almost a dozen different spells outlined in the writing, the majority of which would have pushed him to his limits to cast successfully, but which were useless now. Although the writing which shaped and controlled the spell energy had been successfully reconstructed along with the paper, that didn’t matter because the energy itself was gone! He had restored the ink and parchment, but that was all; like a pitcher that had been tipped over, retrieving the container didn’t serve to put back what had been spilled. As it was now, the text on the scroll was nothing more than instructions for directing energy that was no longer there; that would be useful if he wanted to independently recreate those spells at a later date, but right now they were utterly useless.

But the final insult was that, from what he could make out, almost none of the spells had been combative in nature anyway. Powerful and versatile yes, but not meant for killing or destruction. Instead, they covered a diverse range of effects, ranging from a powerful divination that directly fed the caster information about a named person, place, or thing, to a powerful illusion designed to deceive both empirical senses and divination magic, to a spell that allowed the caster to attempt to make limited alterations to the fabric of reality in their immediate vicinity…though that last one seemed to be markedly unstable in terms of how the effects would actually manifest.

Under other circumstances, the prospect of reverse-engineering these spells would have excited him, but now Lex simply rolled the scroll up and placed it back in his saddlebag numbly. All of that for nothing, he thought tiredly. He had wasted some of what little magic he had left, to say nothing of time he didn’t have, and had nothing to show for it except confirmation that the scroll wouldn’t have helped very much anyway. Putting a hoof to his face, Lex felt a bitter laugh rising in his throat, and he didn’t bother trying to fight it off. The irony of the situation was sublime. It was a microcosm of everything that had happened ever since he came here: struggling with everything he had to secure a victory, only to find out that victory didn’t equate success. And now, everypony here will pay the price for it.

“Lex? You okay?”

He didn’t look up as he heard Sonata’s voice. “I’m as far from that state as can be imagined,” he muttered, his voice flat.

“Oh…” She clearly didn’t know how to respond to that, because the only thing he heard was the faint sound of her shuffling her hooves for a moment, before she started to speak up again. “Listen, I gathered everyone like you asked. They’re all meeting up in the middle of the camp, but they don’t know what’s going on and they’re all starting to get, like, super scared.” She paused for a moment, then added, “I don’t think that explosion just now helped…” When he didn’t reply, she ventured ahead. “I think you need to say something to them.”

He snorted derisively. “And make the situation even worse?” He shook his head, flinging a hoof out toward her dismissively. “You say something to them. That’s what you do.”

“It needs to come from you,” insisted Sonata. “You’re their leader.”

Her last three words sent a wave of bitterness through him, remembering how the Night Mare had indicted his lack of ability in that area. “Apparently I lack competence where leadership is concerned,” he spat, ears folding back as he looked away from her. “So clearly this isn’t a task for which I’m well suited.”

“…well duh.”

The frank acknowledgment of his shortcoming was so unexpected that Lex couldn’t help but look over at her, shocked that she’d kick him when he felt so down. But her response to his surprised expression was to give a long-suffering sigh. “Yeah, you totes suck at, you know…other people, but that’s why I’m here, remember?” She smiled then, trotting over until she was right in front of him, raising a hoof to her chest. “I didn’t mean that you should speak to everyone all by yourself. I meant that they need to see you up there, telling them what’s going on and that it’ll all be okay. I’ll be right next to you, doing the spokespony thing and taking out all the cranky parts and genius mumbo-jumbo.”

She turned around then so that she was standing alongside him, leaning over to press her body against his. “I know you’re sad about what happened to Cloudbank and the others,” she murmured, her smile dimming, “but that totes doesn’t mean you need to do everything all by yourself.” She raised a hoof then, placing it under his chin and gently raising his head so that he was looking into her eyes. “Let me help. With this. With the ghouls. With all of it.”

A denial was on his lips, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Except…no, it wasn’t “for some reason.” It was because her words called to mind the other criticism the Night Mare had leveled against his administration up until now. “It’s feeble because you still think you can accomplish everything on your own.” At the time he’d found the charge to be hypocritical of her, since he knew she championed self-reliance. But now…now he suddenly wondered if he’d misunderstood what she’d been telling him…

"Alright." Sighing, he slowly straightened up, pushing his despair away. “Let’s go.”

The smile she gave him in reply was almost enough to convince him that everything would work out somehow.

Author's Note:

Lex fails to restore the magic of his scroll, but has Sonata helped him realize something new about the magic of friendship?

With less than an hour remaining, will they be able to fight off the oncoming horde of ghouls?

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