• Published 16th Aug 2017
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My Little Planeswalker: Twilight's Spark - Zennistrad



Twilight Sparkle discovers that the "spark" that awakened the Element of Magic is more than it seems, and learns the true nature of her own planeswalker abilities. A Magic: the Gathering crossover.

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Veiled Threats

Though fixing her tail with an illusion was nearly effortless, perfecting the human illusion spell was significantly more difficult. It had taken many tries to get it right, but thankfully for her Jace was an especially patient tutor.

The two of them had moved to the balustrade to practice the spell, just above the courtyard. Jace had wanted to give Twilight room to practice walking in her false body, reasoning that doing so in the common room would risk tripping and damaging one of his projects. Twilight had tried to protest, but several botched illusions where she fell flat on her face had proven him right on that regard.

Thankfully, the location had also given Twilight the opportunity to glimpse a duel between Gideon and Nissa in the courtyard. Gideon wielded a weapon made from several whip-like blades, while Nissa wielded a glowing green sword that had transformed from a wooden staff. The duel continued into a stalemate for the entire time Twilight practiced her illusion spell: Gideon surrounded himself in a glowing armor-like aura that seemed to be completely impervious to Nissa’s blade, while Nissa effortlessly danced around Gideon’s weapon, gracefully moving just beyond the reach of his weapon’s striking tendrils. Nissa, Twilight noticed, didn’t even seem to be using any of her magic at all.

After what felt like hundreds of attempts, Twilight finally managed to recreate the exact effect that Jace had shown her. She wasn’t sure exactly how many times she had attempted the illusion in the end, but it was already almost sunset by the time she finished. A few tentative steps, then a short sprint across the balustrade, then a series of jumping jacks confirmed that everything was in working order. Even if she wasn’t, she felt human in every possible regard.

“Yes!” Twilight cheered. “It worked!”

“I’m happy to help you out,” said Jace. He glanced towards the courtyard. Somehow, Nissa and Gideon were still engaged in their duel. “We should be heading in. It’s getting late, and I’ve a lot of paperwork to catch up on.”

Twilight dismissed the illusion, returning her perceptions to their natural state. An immaterial part of her felt heavy with fatigue, a feeling that was difficult to describe to anyone without a unicorn’s intrinsic ability to sense magic. “Sounds good to me. I could definitely use a rest.”

As Twilight headed inside, she wondered if the same would be true for the two planeswalkers that were still locked in combat.

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It didn’t take long for Twilight to notice that there was something off about the common room as she entered. Lavinia was absent, no doubt attending to her duties elsewhere as she often was, and Chandra had likely gone to her room, having burnt herself out both figuratively and literally. But it wasn’t the emptiness the bothered her. In fact, it was difficult to place just what made Twilight feel so uneasy. It felt like some kind of magic, but it wasn’t quite like any kind of magic she’d felt before.

It felt… wrong. Like the magic used by Nightmare Moon or King Sombra, yet somehow even darker, if that was even possible. An unnatural chill ran down her spine as she stepped further into the room. It was then that she found out why.

Climbing on top one of the bookshelf ladders was an animate human skeleton, removing books and placing them back in an apparently random order. There was a disgustingly loud cracking and popping motion as its head turned one-hundred and eighty degrees to face Twilight. The skeleton opened its mouth, emitting a dry, screeching hiss.

Aiieeee!” Twilight jumped back in fright. In the very next moment, she was assuming a defensive stance, already gathering the mana she would need to blast the skeleton into oblivion. Before she could cast a spell, a voice called down from the stairway.

“Well, what do we have here? I didn’t know Jace kept such exotic pets.”

Twilight’s body whipped around, what she saw was significantly more frightening than an undead creature. A tall, slender woman with slick black hair and impossibly pale skin glided down the staircase, clad in a purple dress and a golden headgear resembling a pair of curved horns. But most concerning of all was the small object made of linked chains that dangled from her pocket. It was practically oozing dark power, so much that it overwhelmed Twilight’s thaumatic sense just to look directly at it. Every rational part of her mind shut down, leaving only her fight and flight responses to duel each other for supremacy.

Before either instinct could claim victory, the sound of Jace’s voice brought coherent thought back to her. He approached from behind Twilight, staring at the woman with… whatever the opposite of amused was. Alright, maybe she still wasn’t completely coherent.

“Liliana. What did I specifically ask you not do to?”

“Reanimate your model skeleton?” said Liliana.

“And what did you do?” said Jace.

“Reanimate your model skeleton.”

Unamused. That was the word Twilight was looking for, and Jace was the most perfect picture of it that she could imagine. He didn’t even look to be angry, strangely enough; it was more of the exasperated kind of look that Applejack would have given to Pinkie Pie’s less tolerable antics.

“Oh, alright, fine,” Liliana huffed. She waved her hand, and the skeleton instantly went limp, falling down the ladder and clattering lifelessly on the floor.

“I still want to know how you keep doing that,” said Jace. “The last time I checked, that skeleton was made of plaster.”

Liliana smirked, and held her finger against her lips. “Sorry, necromancer’s secret.”

It was then that Twilight’s thoughts decided to catch up to the rest of herself. “What!? Jace! You didn’t tell me you were friends with a necromancer!”

“It talks?” said Liliana. “That really is an exotic pet.”

“She’s not—”

I’M NOT A PET!

If Liliana had any reaction to Twilight’s outburst, she didn’t show it. She just stood there wearing that same smirk. It was not the smile of a nice person. It was not the smile of a good person. It wasn’t enough that she was a necromancer, she had to have the face of least trustworthy person in the multiverse.

So why, exactly, was Jace acting like she knew her on a deeply personal level?

“You’ll, er… You’ll have to excuse her,” said Jace. “This is Twilight Sparkle. She’s a planeswalker, and she’ll be staying with us until she can find a way back to her home plane.”

“Twilight Sparkle?” said Liliana. “I suppose that’s as good a name as any for something that looks like a prize from a carnival. Liliana Vess,” she said, introducing herself to Twilight. “I have to say you’re not what I would expect from a planeswalker. I’ll have to visit your plane sometime.”

No!” Twilight blurted out. “I mean, um… you really shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. Really, really dangerous. Not a nice place to visit.” It was immediately apparent to her that Liliana wasn’t buying it. Twilight sighed inwardly: when caught in a lie so blatant, there was only one right thing to do.

Change the subject.

“Jace,” said Twilight, “why exactly are you friends with her?”

“We’re not friends,” Jace replied, a little bit too hastily. “It’s... Well, let’s just say it’s complicated.”

Liliana brought a hand to her chest, in a mocking gesture that roughly imitated shock. “Why, Jace, I’m hurt. How could you say such a thing?”

“There are many things I could say about you,” Jace replied.

“Cute,” said Liliana. “I’ll admit, it was nice meeting your pretty little pony friend, but I must be going. I’ve already had all my fun here.”

Liliana’s legs moved in graceful strides as she made her exit. She didn’t even bother waiting for Jace or Twilight to move out of the way, leaving the two of them to stumble backwards awkwardly as she left. The door closed with a very loud slam as she exited the building through one of the many teleportals.

Twilight glared daggers at Jace. “Care to explain her?”

“Liliana is a member of the Gatewatch,” Jace replied. “She’s… well, useful. I wouldn’t say quite say she’s on good terms with everyone, but she’s willing to help us.”

“And you trust her?” Twilight accused. “Jace, she’s a necromancer! And that… that thing she carries with her has the most powerful dark magic I’ve ever seen! I could literally feel the evil radiating off of it! And you’re telling me you’re just letting someone who carries something like that in her pocket be a part of the team?”

“We would all likely be dead were it not for her,” Jace countered. “The rest is, er… complicated, like I said before.”

“And what exactly is so complicated about it?” Twilight shot back. “It’s almost like you… you…” Twilight trailed off as a realization slowly wormed its way into her thoughts. When she finally became aware of it, it crashed its way into the center of her attention.

Twilight felt her heart drop into her stomach. “Oh, dear Celestia. You have a thing for her, don’t you?”

“What? No!” Jace, to his credit, seemed nearly as horrified by the accusation as Twilight was, yet there was far too much defensiveness in his tone to be entirely convincing.

“Don’t lie! You totally do!” said Twilight. “In what other social context is it appropriate to describe your relationship to someone as ‘it’s complicated?’ If that doesn’t scream ‘messy breakup,’ I don’t know what does!”

“I’m not hearing any more of this,” Jace tersely replied. He abruptly turned around and approached a work desk stacked with papers. As he did, a blue glow began to surround his ears.

“Hey! Don’t you turn away from me!” said Twilight. “You were romantically involved with someone who’s totally evil! You can’t just walk away from this!”

“If you’re saying something, I won’t hear it,” said Jace. “I’m now blocking out all of my auditory perceptions.”

Twilight groaned. “Oh, real mature!”

Jace didn’t respond. By then he was already sitting at his desk, diligently working on a very large stack of paperwork.

Twilight let out a sigh. “You know what? Fine. Have it your way. If you need me, I’ll be in my room. Just call me when dinner’s ready.” She turned around in a huff, making her way over the stairs.

Another realization crossed Twilight’s mind. Though her translation spell was still active, she’d been able to pick up some of the basics of the Ravnican language through her reading material. It was remarkably easy to learn, thanks mostly to its consistent phonetic spelling—a sharp contrast to the Equestrian language, which was an unholy mashup of Old Ponish, Prench, and loanwords from at least a dozen other dead and living languages.

With this information in mind, she could already picture the spelling of Liliana’s name in Ravnican. Her horn alighted, and a series of glowing purple letters appeared in the space in front of her.

LILIANA VESS

Slowly, Twilight reached out with a hoof and tapped the ethereal writing gently. At her touch, the letters began to swirl about in the air, rearranging themselves into different positions. When they stopped moving, they had spelled something completely different.

A VILLAINESS

Twilight frowned as she stared at the words in front of her.

“…Subtle.”

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Worst Impressions 3B

Sorcery

Reveal the top card of your library. Each opponent loses life equal to half that card’s converted mana cost, rounded up. You gain life equal to the life lost this way.

Sometimes evil is just as dangerous when it’s obvious.

Author's Note:

I’ve just moved into a new apartment, and am expecting to start a new job early November. I’m likely going to be a lot busier after that, so sorry to say that I may not have as much time to be writing.

That said, I’m definitely getting closer to finishing Twilight’s Spark, and I already have a few plans in place for what comes next.