Prologue
“Morning, Spike!”
Twilight said as the baby dragon clumsily stumbled his way down the stairs. It was ten o’clock, they had been up late studying and Spike had stayed awake far past his normal bedtime assisting her.
“Your gems are right over there.”
Twilight motioned over to the ornately carved table, on which there was, indeed, a bowl full of semiprecious gems. At the mention of his favorite food the small purple dragon perked up and dashed over to his bowl, biting off the end of a gem. Once he determined that it was of worthy quality, the dragon began to stuff his face with rocks.
Twilight, amused, continued.
“Rarity came by this morning, you know."
Spike spit out several half chewed gems when he heard the name of his old standby crush. Twilight smiled. She had been expecting this very reaction.
“What did she want? What did she want?” Spike shouted enthusiastically.
“Oh, nothing,” Twilight replied with an air of nonchalance doing her best to tease her assistant. “Something about needing an extra hand looking after the Crusaders while she’s working on a new dress..."
"You sure?" Asked Spike urgently.
"Oh, I never joke about dresses!" Twilight said in a Trottingham accent similar to Rarity's.
"I'm going right now! And don't you dare make fun of her!" Spike dashed to the door, ready to take on whatever task his crush had for him.
“Oh no you don’t, finish your breakfast first!” Twilight’s motherly side took over for a moment, surpassing her normal manipulative self.
Spike returned to his table with a grumble, and continued shoving rocks down his throat.
As he continued on his breakfast, a forceful gout of rainbow dragon-fire escaped his throat, pushing the dragon and his chair back several feet.
“Spike!” Twilight exclaimed.
“I’ve never seen you do that before.”
Spike lay on the floor groaning as Twilight turned to examine the product of the multi-colored flame. It was a box crafted of a glowing lavender material, but it shined so brightly it appeared white. The box rested on four legs shaped in the likeness of dragon claws holding solid orbs of the same make.
“I wonder wha...”
Twilight never got to finish her question, as, mid-sentence, the violet lid of the box opened with a flash of light, revealing its contents. The box was filled with a strange material, colored every shade of violet and red. The material was some sort of liquid, shimmering slightly with a full spectrum of violet hues.
“What in the world...”
Twilight touched a hoof to the strange receptacle, noting its soft warmth
“Spike, ydo you have any idea what this is?” Twilight waited a second and there was no answer.
“Spike? Oh!” Twilight only realized now that her assistant was half-passed out on the floor, and she lifted him up and shook him with her magic.
“Ow!” Spike groaned, his head still hurting from hitting the floor. The violent convulsions did nothing to sooth the pain in his skull, either.
“Sorry, but I’m still curious as to what it is.” Twilight apologized quickly, before turning her attention back on the box on her table. The material didn’t sparkle, but it seemed to glow without giving off any light. The box itself was another matter as well, it gave off real light which increased as Twilight approached. She reached out tentatively and touched it with her magic. The substance reacted violently, glowing brighter than before, and rising at a rapid pace. In a panic, Twilight released the box from her magic. The substance maintained its form as a small column of semi-static liquid, reaching about a foot off the table. Twilight gave the liquid pillar an inquisitive gaze, attempting to divine any more of its traits by sight alone, not wanting to resort to magic yet, lest it move again.
She turned to face her assistant, finding him looking on from a safer distance.
“Spike, clear a space in the lab, I’ll see if I can find anything out about it there.”
Spike turned and walked into the basement laboratory, eager to get away from the thing, and later back to his breakfast. Twilight walked up to the box, steadying herself to pick it up on a hoof and move it to her back. As she lifted it with as much care as she could muster, yet it still slipped. On a reflex, she grabbed the box, liquid and all, with her magic. “ Oh buck!” was all the lavender unicorn could muster before her face, quickly followed by the rest of her body, was consumed by the roiling substance.
Twilight lay on the floor encased in a diaphanous shell, her lungs burning as the goo sealed her mouth and nose shut. She tried to throw off some of the glob on her face, but the magic only served to stimulate it. Every attempt she made to kick around was hindered by the slowly hardening substance. Her thoughts were racing for a way to get out, debating using magic on other things, or just letting herself suffocate slowly, but she pressed on in her mind. Unfortunately for her, She could feel her conscious slowly fading away, eventually, despite her struggles, everything went black.
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A massive expanse of black and red flames were all Twilight could see. She stood on a small island of burning hot brimstone in the middle of a sea of flames and magma. Constantly changing form, from a horde of infernal beasts clawing and biting at her, to a fiery vortex of burning wind. While she could tell that this place was magic, it felt different than the warm, kind magic she was used to. This was baleful, destructive magic, and it was slowly encroaching on her position. Tongues of hell-fire licked at her coat, leaving black singe marks on her hide. Only one thought was going through Twilight’s mind, she didn’t want to die this way, not now. While she had lived what many ponies would consider to be a full life, perhaps two, there were so many things she had always dreamed of doing. It had been a lifelong dream of hers to work as a professor in a university of magic, working to discover and improve upon new magics, perhaps teaching young unicorns to control and use their magic to the best of their abilities. She had always entertained the fantasy of traveling the world, learning about the cultures and perhaps magics of the people who lived there. Now that was all going to end, because of a mysterious box and a simple accident.
But at that point, as the flames cocooned her like a blanket, and the lava was beginning to pool around her ankles, putting her in immense agony. She could fight back, she was the most magical unicorn in ponyville, likely Equestria, she was the personal protege of Princess Celestia, she was the element of magic, the core of the elements of harmony, and she would not be beaten by this! Twilight lit her horn and began to push outward on all sides with a magical shield that Shining Armor would be hard pressed to match. She had always known that emotions could affect magic strength, but she had never experienced it to the extent she was now. Her pure conviction to not be beaten by this drove her power to new heights. An icy gale whipped through the area around Twilight, cooling the magma around her and obliterating the flames, in addition to whatever fuel they may have been burning on. The lavender unicorn lowered her shield and slowed the frozen wind to nonexistence.
She stepped off of the mound of brimstone she stood on and examined the walls of her once fiery prison. The room was smaller than she first thought, about thirty feet by thirty feet, with walls formed of volcanic rock. She walked towards a wall and tapped it with a hoof. The entirety of the wall crumbled into dust, the rest of the room quickly followed. Twilight stepped out onto a balcony, overlooking a maze of bookshelves,several. The room she was in had a huge domed ceiling, dotted with brightly glowing constellations, providing illumination for the room. The floor beneath the shelves was covered in maps of equestria and lands beyond, even places Twilight had never heard of before. Off to one corner was the largest, most complex laboratory she had ever seen, stocked with beakers bubbling with all sorts of chemicals, and outfitted with every size and type of measurement tool there is. Even the walls of this place contained information, they were chalkboards, containing elaborate equations and describing various magical effects.
“Wow, I wonder who built this?” Twilight said in awe, staring up at the ceiling and down at the floor.
“That would be me.”
Twilight jumped about a foot in the air and turned around mid-air, to see a mask floating behind her. There was nothing particularly special about the mask, other than it was floating.
“And who might you be?” Twilight inquired.
“Just a friendly soul.” The mask answered, it’s mouth not moving.
“Ok, do you know who brought me here and tried to kill me?” Twilight was more curious now, since she now had a way to satiate it.
“That was me.” The mask said, its tone still neutral and its face still expressionless.
“What?! Why?!” Twilight was still curious, but there was now a good amount of anger in her voice as well.
“To make sure this would work.”
Twilight didn’t get a chance to reply, for the second time that day, her senses went black.
This bodes interestingly. I'll keep my eye on it. On the other side of the page, did you mean for the response spoken by the mask to be a question? "Just a friendly soul?"
If you fave it, like it!
Anyways good story.
I for one say this warrants a 'Watch this & see where it goes'.
Don't let us down!
I will be watching to see where this goes, but hopefully future chapters will be a bit longer.
Very interesting idea :D! I like where it's going~
ill keep watching this it seems interesting!
"Pro-tip #6! If someone aproaches you saying they're friendly, and you're in this place. . . . . They're not friendly"
This looks interesting. A few minor errors that need to be fixed, though.
"Spike, DO you have any"
Ponyville should be capitalized in "the most powerful unicorn in Ponyville.
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Promissing start, looking forward to see where this leads.
After [vampire/alicorn/changeling] Twilight stories we shall soon receive massive flood of ghost Twi. I can just feel it dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Bonbon_gaze.png
very interesting! Keep up the good work and I'll keep following
Twilight awakens from a minor magical accident to find herself dead.
Well shit, I think that's a bit more than a MINOR magical accident!
"What'd I do?! Trip over a log during teleportation and scramble my atoms across the next GALAXY!?"
Neat lets see where this goes
First fic and it's in the feature box? Wow.
Also, this seems really cool. Upvote & fav from me.
This has potential to be epic
Looking forward to the next chapter
what thor said earlier
Curiosity killed the pony it seems (no, I'm not talking about the robot on mars landing on a pony and killing it)
Faved and Thumbs up to content alone.
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2. That is probably the best description i have seen in a long time.
hmm i say it is a good start, let's see where it brings us.
i have not read this yet but if she was killed would i still be classified as a minor accident that sounds more major or at least fatal
a few grammatical errors spread out across the chapter, that's very hard to avoid though, and it didn't interrupt the flow much.
im guessing/hoping that you're going to explain what happened in details in the next chapter
that first sentence gives me the picture of twilight considering if you should fight back or not, like; "i guess i could fight back", which doesn't fit very well with the rest of the sentence
that part (underlined) isn't necessary and nor does it make sense.
she's just been in a giant box made of fire and brimstone, and now there's a mask, floating in the air behind her, and it's talking; and that's her reaction? she's very very calm for being twilight in this situation. it's not that much of an issue really, just a thought i had.
So, what's Spike doing?
Interesting premise. I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes. Great work.
TWILIGHT THE FRIENDLY GHOST~
Accidents are accident.
This was deliberate. This was planned. This was .. Du Du Dunnnnnn!
Murder!
(asuming that The Mask did not intend to bring Twily back if she failed the test )
Good work, this has potential. Great first attemt. But it is some minor problems that are there. You need to hit the word as they say. Don't stop half away. Tell your story in a differente angle. As what the person (or in this case, ponies) feel like and ect. Use also metafores to increase the qvalety of the story. It will be in big help. And descripsens, a lot of it. And streamers...
Pinkie? Get out of my computer! Anyway, good story. Keep it up!
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Holy balls what happened here? First time I've ever seen a new story and on the New Story's page nonetheless get more than fifty likes. And the author was a relative unknown. Sorry, overall...it was good. That is all I can say about this.
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Seems interesting.
Liked and faved. Please make more!
I want to see where this goes. This is an awesome start to a story, I wish I had that kind of talent...
-Ambassador of the Changelings,
Dopple Ganger
1086287 Well, the accident itself was really minor. She was just encased in that semiliquid. A major accident with Twi would propably involve blowing up the library or even more.
Hey! You! More! NOW!!!
please
hmm, interesting!!
For the record, I got the idea for this story from spending too much time reading D&D manuals. Also my friend and fellow author Cade YYZ is currently holding a chisel to my throat. help, please
I'll have to admit, this has got me hooked, and I'm a little disappointed that there's not more.
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I'm torn. On the one hand, it's implied Twiluna; on the other, Twilight's dead. Decisions, decisions...
Hm. Okay - you've caught my attention. Now what are you going to do?
Although, I do have one tiny nitpick...
The words 'minor' and 'death' should not appear in the same sentence except when being played for lulz. Because, well, it isn't all that minor if somebody _died_.
Why do I have the impression this is some bored super-being's experiment? Probably too many D&D manuals...
Liked and favorited. Let's see where this goes...
First fic? Either that's lie, or you were born good at writing. Featured! Good job on that by the way. Have a Derpy for when you read (New tab).
Okay, I'm interested. Tracked!
ANOTHER! ASAP!!!!!!
Hmm... Too early to tell. I'm really intrigued, but it's not enough to go on. Faving, but only to track it. I want to see how this pans out. It's a bit fast-paced for a beginning, though.
I love this story. Mind if I help out with pre-reading by the way? Also, is your name a Monty Python reference?
How do people come up with stories like this? It's just amazing. I gotta think harder when thinking of a new story.
Interesting... tracking. I want to see where this goes. That said, longer chapters would be appreciated.
Bit of a typo there...
Um... what? Maybe you meant "a maze of several bookshelves?" (though that would make a very small maze)
1088279 I gotcha bro, write one about the origins of nurse Redheart titled 'If I Go Crazy, Will You Still Call Me Supermare?' It will lead us into her day-to-day life and times of Nurse Redheart's career, portraying how she fights her inner demons to retain a sense of duty. Life isn't easy for one of the few nurses in a town of chaos.
Bam, all off the top of my head in, what? Two minutes? Take complete credit for story, I just want to see it written haha! Sounds pretty good by description lol.
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Gif to bring peoples attention.
Mechanically and stylistically, it's a bit of a mess. Hopefully you use your success as encouragement to improve on those skills, since the idea and atmosphere of this story are good.