The One and Only Chapter
Third Person
It was another normal day in Ponyville, at least it was for the Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle. She was in her sparkling Castle of Friendship as usual, in the library reading.
The door of the library opened, and in staggered her personal assistant, Spike. He was carrying a tall stack of books and wobbled slightly as he entered the room.
“T...Twilight! Got all your research novels!” he announced as he plopped the books down on the nearest table.
Twilight raised her head from the book she was reading.
“Oh, thank you, Spike. I really need them for an urgent matter.” she replied casually as she reached for the topmost one.
The book had an ornate design, crimson etched with gold, with precious jewels on the spine. The title was written in attractive calligraphy, and it said: Murder Spells in Equestria: Far and Wide.
Who could expect such a beautiful book to have contents so dark?
“Um...Twilight? Are you sure that you need these books? They look a little...dangerous.” asked Spike cautiously.
Twilight answered without looking at him, “ Of course! They are the basic requirement for my next project!”
“Then...ok, if you are sure.” said Spike.
Twilight picked up a blue book with the title written in a shade of silver: How To Find Suitable Victims for Killing.
“Spike, if you’ll excuse me, I need total concentration on this project. Go out, find something to do, and come back at 4 pm, got it?” she said.
Spike replied, “Sure thing, Twilight! Anything for you!”
As Spike left the library and shut the door, an evil grin surfaced on Twilight’s face.
“Anything...you mean it? I need you for something important…” she murmured to herself as she flipped open the pages of the blue book.
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Hours later, Spike came back to the Castle of Friendship. He walked through hallways and corridors to the library.
He opened the door and called, “Twilight, I’m back!”
He stopped short, for Twilight wasn’t even in the library.
“Twilight? Where are you?” he asked.
He retraced his steps, calling Twilight’s name as he walked.
Spike opened the door of the dining hall, expecting to see his master eating, or reading in the hall.
Instead, he saw a pile of glittering gems on the table, attatched with a hoofwritten note.
Dear Spike:
Because of your hard work lately, these gems are specially made for you as a reward! Hope you enjoy it!
Twilight.
“Yay! Gems!” cheered Spike joyfully.
He chose a particularly large aquamarine and bit into it, a look of sheer enjoyment on his face.
He said to himself, “This gem is good! But...why do I feel so tired?”
The room suddenly became blurry and out of focus, as it started spinning.
Spike choked, “What...What was in those gems…”
He swayed on the spot and fell on the ground, unconscious.
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Spike’s eyes fluttered open.
His surroundings changed, he wasn’t in the dining hall, but in a small, dark chamber with stone walls, hanging with knives, swords, daggers, whips, etc.
The stone walls were splattered with dried blood, some of them almost completely brown.
He tried to sit up, but found that his limbs were restrained to a wooden board with metal cuffs, covered with age-old rust.
“Where am I?” Spike wondered aloud.
A door in the far end of the chamber creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped into the room.
“T...Twilight? Could you help me get out of here?” he asked tentatively.
An unnatural cold voice replied, “Why should I do that when I was the one to put you here in the first place?”
“Y...Y...You put...m...me here? Why, Twilight?” Spike asked again.
Twilight casually paced around the room and came to a halt in front of Spike.
“I need something from you.” she answered.
She leaned forward as Spike flinched, and avoided her intense gaze.
“Have you ever wondered why I was an Alicorn in the first place? I needed powerful magic to do so. Remember when I was a little filly, I auditioned for Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns? I hatched you. But as you have heard, I failed countless times, but succeeded at a Sonic Rainboom. I needed power! Power! I spent year after year studying, and found out a way to gain more power. Magic, the most powerful but harmful substance ever known in Equestria, could be obtained by forcefully taking others’ soul and consuming it. In order to be an Alicorn, I sacrificed many innocent lives to gain enough power to let that fool Celestia transform me! Now, my magic store is almost running out, so will you do me a favour and give me your soul?” said Twilight menacingly.
Spike shuddered, “Why are you doing this to others, to me? No, I won’t give you my soul.”
“You said this morning that you would do anything for me, so fulfill your promise!” cried Twilight.
Spike said determinedly, “NO!”
“You will.” she said.
Twilight’s eyes glowed a brilliant white as she used her hypnosis to force Spike into submission.
But what she never thought of was Spike had perseverance, and fought the spell.
“Errgh...errgh...errgh…” said Twilight, gritting her teeth.
With a last burst of energy, Spike pushed it back with all his strength and the magic exploded with a loud ‘BANG’!
Twilight got back up and said, “You have an impressive strength...that only makes your soul more powerful!”
She walked over to one of the walls and took down a long whip, with spikes on the tip.
“Let’s see if this works…” she muttered.
Spike, being a clever dragon, instantly knew what Twilight was up to, struggled against the metal cuffs with the remaining strength he still had.
“No, Twilight! You can’t do this! I’m your faithful assistant!” he cried.
Twilight turned and replied, “Oh? Then you should be faithful till the end, right?”
She raised the whip and brought it down on Spike hard, leaving a raw red mark on his abdomen.
Spike shrieked in pain, the spikes were really sharp and it was extremely painful.
“I’ll ask one last time. WILL YOU GIVE ME YOUR SOUL?” yelled Twilight.
Spike was still in pain, but he managed to reply, “NO!”
“Then you’ll suffer till your last breath!” said Twilight, cackling like a maniac.
She raised the whip again, and struck down again and again, as Spike screamed in agony.
After fifty more hits or so, Twilight backed away from Spike, surveying her handiwork.
What was left of Spike was covered in red, the blood steadily dripping on the ground, forming a puddle on the stone floor.
His mangled body suddenly twitched and shivered, Spike was still alive after the ordeal.
“T...Twilight...please don’t take away my soul...wait until I die because of loss of blood...as a favour to me...after all the memories we shared...please…” he stuttered.
Twilight wore a blank expression on her face.
“Ok, if that’s really what you want, then I guess I have to torture you a bit more then…” she replied.
She put the whip back in its original place and took down a knife, about five inches long, with a gleaming silver blade.
“Ready?” asked Twilight.
Spike didn’t answer.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” said Twilight coldly.
She gripped the knife tightly and began to carve into Spike’s scales, eventually penetrating them.
Twilight hacked and hacked into Spike’s skin, as he finally lost the energy to keep speaking, she carved words deep into his flesh.
Fifteen minutes later, as the scales were difficult to penetrate, she was done. Her handiwork was beautiful.
She had carved the words: Faithful assistant, loyal till his end on his skin, and drew a picture of her and Spike standing together, smiling happily.
Twilight placed a hand on Spike’s heart, and found that his heartbeat had stopped.
“Loyal till his end.” she muttered under her breath, and wiped the blood of her hooves.
Her horn glowed, and a whitish-golden haze was sucked out of his corpse, and into Twilight’s horn, restoring her power.
She sighed in relief. Finally, she had killed her assistant, took his soul, and now she needed to destroy the evidence.
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An hour later, Spike’s corpse was buried outside the Castle of Friendship, miles under the ground, and the blood on Twilight was wiped off.
“Magic...such an incredible thing...how many had to sacrifice for it?” wondered Twilight out loud in the library.
She picked up an emerald book from the tall stack Spike had given her this morning, and opened it to the first page.
“Dedicated to everyone who had sacrificed for me, it’s all thanks to you that I could finish this book.” she read aloud.
The author wishes to remain anonymous. It said on the bottom of the page.
Twilight sighed and flipped to the contents, finding a chapter about: Origin of the Magic in Equestria.
Turning to page 265, she read the following text.
Magic, is mysterious, fascinating, powerful, dangerous, and most of all, inspiring. Since the reign of the legendary Princess Shimmering Sunrise, magic is already produced using an inhumane way: taking ponies’ souls. Recent discoveries had found out that other creatures’ souls also worked for the producing of magic.
Shimmering Sunrise was brutal and bloodthirsty, she always seeked revenge on those who sinned her, took their souls, and gained more and more power for herself. No one was able to overtake her, except Star Swirl, but he almost perished in the progress.
Magic, is unlimited, and ponies from the Pegasi and Earth Pony tribe has researched methods far and wide to obtain magical powers. Only one of them succeeded, the god Amethyst. She was originally a Pegasus, but after undergoing a dangerous and risky magical transformation, became an Alicorn, just like Shimmering Sunrise. The two Princesses were the most powerful ponies in history, not even Celestia and Luna could hold a candle to them.
“Hmm...maybe I would become the next Shimmering Sunrise, I found the ancient method of transformation in the other blue book, maybe I could use it to make myself even more powerful...after I kill more and take their souls as well, to be the greatest of all…” said Twilight to herself, and the familiar evil grin once again surfaced on her face.