• Published 8th May 2021
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Dark as Chitin - LostBox

I can hardly remember anything for the life of me, though I feel I should. Why is there a voice in my head?

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Chapter 16: Deprived

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened, and I couldn't help but feel that it was my fault. I've also got the feeling that this cultist rambling madness in Ponyville isn't just cultist rambling. The way everypony just stopped...it was as if they were being hijacked by something or somepony.

Right now, I'm inside of the Magic Chamber, practicing my magic, and reading a few books. For the past few hours, I've been practicing the technique my mother taught me, merging it with the magic properties of this room. Doing so allowed me to drain my magic, and restore it at an exponential rate. I completed this process maybe two dozen times by now, but I wasn't sore in the slightest. Benefits of the reinforcement spell I suppose. It might be possible that constantly maintaining the spell may have actually permanently increased my physical strength. This is note-worthy for future reference.

I also took it upon myself to learn a healing spell. Right now, I can only heal small cuts and bruises, but as I improve, it may even be possible to regenerate entire limbs. Hopefully, it won't ever come to that, but I have to be ready, just in case. After some speculation, I managed to figure out how Dawn was able to deflect attacks with her barrier. While utilizing a barrier spell, you need to activate a repulsion spell mere moments before impact. If you time the repulsion spell just right, its repulsive properties would be at their peak.

As one could tell, this wasn't exactly an easy feat to accomplish. After three hours, I was only able to do it twice perfectly. I accomplished this by shooting slow-moving magic spheres, then maneuvering in front of them. Using telekinesis, I would speed them up as needed when I was ready.

Magic sphere is just a spell that creates a sphere of pure magicules that bond to air molecules, essentially giving the magicules mass, and allowing the caster to control the mass. It's a basic spell, but it still packs a punch. There isn't a limit to how big you can make the magic sphere, but the more air you condense into it, the heavier and more uncontrollable it gets. Its practical uses are almost non-existent, but I made it work.

A voice I hadn't heard in a while made me stop everything I was doing.

"Chimera," Chrysalis said.

I paused, making sure what I had just heard wasn't a figment of my imagination. "Mother?"

"Yes, who else would it be?"

I was relieved, but I couldn't help but feel somewhat angry that she had waited so long before speaking to me.

"Where were you?" I asked, feigning tranquility.

"Just... thinking to myself," she relented.

My anger subsided a bit, but I wasn't willing to let go of it that easily.

"I called out to you so many times, and you never responded, not once. Why?"

Chrysalis remained quiet for a moment. "I don't know. What I do know, however, is that you are in danger. "

She didn't know? How would you not know something like that? What did she mean by me being in danger, was this about what happened back at the plaza?


"Yes, as you might have already guessed, that filly friend of yours was likely being spoken through, possessed if you will," Chrysalis explained.

Possessed? So I was right...

"It's something I used to be able to do with the hive back in my glory days, but after a few incidents, I lost the ability to do so. Although, it was a bit different. I was only able to possess a single changeling at a time by transferring my consciousness into their body, and it had to be done consensually. Yet with whatever this is, or whoever this is, it seems they don't have the same restrictions," Chrysalis elaborated.

"So, what does this mean for me?"

Chrysalis sighed. "Luckily, I don't think such mental interference would work on you, with my presence and all. Just be on guard though, the beings behind this are likely very powerful entities."

What did I get myself involved with?

Luster Dawn awoke in her bed as the sun beamed brightly down at her, uncomfortable pain in her neck, and throbbing headache to compliment it. She looked around her room only to find her mother asleep at the foot of her bed.

Dawn moaned as she rolled out of bed, holding her head to her hooves. "What... what happened?"

She trotted over to her bedroom door, opening the door to step out. She wasn't sure what had happened, but her last memories were of herself and Anon being at Rarity's.

"Maybe Anon knows what happened. I hope I didn't get intoxicated, I'm still not of age," Dawn muttered as she walked down the hallway.

Arriving at Anon's room, Dawn opened the door only to find that Anon was absent.

"Where did she go?" Dawn wondered.

I'm not sure how long I've been in this room, but I think it's starting to psychologically affect me. My magic has improved drastically. I'm currently standing at about tier four in terms of spells. To put that into perspective, teleportation is a tier ten spell while levitation is tier one.

I paused for a minute, dropping a heavily condensed magic sphere that I had been levitating with my magic in order to train my telekinesis. Telekinesis is just a slight variation of levitation that allows you to influence the direction of an object in your grasp.

As if on cue, the door to the magic chamber opened, revealing Dawn's very tired-looking figure.

"There you are," she said as she lazily trotted over toward me. She looked like she would pass out at any moment.

I looked at her with concern. "Dawn, what are you doing out of bed? You don't look so good."

She wobbled back in forth before falling over. I caught her in my magic, more concerned than ever.

"Dawn, what's wrong?"

"I don't know... I just feel a bit tired."

"Come on, Dawn, let's get you to bed."

Dawn nodded tiredly. "I think...that's for the best."

I walked into Dawn's room, her body asleep in my magical grasp. Surprisingly, her mother was asleep at the foot of her bed as well. Did she wait here all night?

I placed Dawn back into her bed, throwing a blanket over her body just like she did for me not too long ago. I couldn't help but think that they both looked cute, sleeping so peacefully.

Neither of them looked like they were waking up anytime soon, so I didn't bother waiting around. I think I've done enough training for the day, so I should probably focus on studying now.

Exiting Dawn's room, I began heading toward the library. I should learn some science and magic. If Dawn has taught me anything, the two go hoof in hoof. Her Magic Chamber was truly awe-inspiring. It had me wondering if I could ever do something so amazing. I had a few ideas in mind, but I'll have to look into it some more.

After nearly arriving at the library, a foul stench hit my nose. Right, I need to take a shower first.

Somewhere along the outskirts of the Crystal Empire...

A seemingly bipedal hooded figure made its way along the outskirts of the Crystal Empire, dancing gracefully.

A few crystal pony guards watched the mysterious figure, wary of their presence. The figure had been out there for maybe five hours now, showing no intentions of changing their actions.

One guard finally spoke up. "Think we should check it out?"

The other guards looked at the figure one last time before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it's better safe than sorry."

The guards trotted toward the figure, maybe 50 meters ways from their watchtower. If the figure noticed them, it didn't show it.

"Is everything alright?" The guard captain asked.

The figure didn't respond, instead, choosing to continue dancing manically as if there wasn't a care in the world. The guards looked at each other with concern. Unfortunately, one guard made the mistake of getting just a little too close to the figure. Without any warning, he was suddenly grabbed by a pale dactyl.

Before the stallion could even struggle, the life seemed to drain from his eyes, something essential to his being leaving him. After whatever the figure did to him finished, it let go, letting his limp body fall to the ground.

The guards readied their weapons, preparing for a confrontation. "What did you do to him?!" Their squad captain yelled.

The figure stood still, looking down at the body of the stallion, silent as a rock.

By this point, the captain was done talking. Gripping his spear tightly, he lunged at the figure, only for his attack to miss. The figure effortlessly danced around him, making contact with the back of the stallion's neck. The guard captain suffered the same fate as his underling. The other guards turned to run, only for the figure to gracefully cut them off and gripped them by their faces.

After the guards were dispatched, the hooded figure simply danced away with child-like enthusiasm.