Best Siblings Together, Forever Until the End

“Calm down! It’s gonna be alright!” I say to Elliot, my voice cracking slightly as I attempt to reassure him. Instead, he just stands there, staring at his blue-coated reflection with his mouth still open from the loud scream. I wait for a few seconds, before tentatively waving my hand – no, hoof - in front of the mirror and his field of vision. “…Uh, Elliot? You okay there?” Elliot shakes his head, and pushes the mirror away from his face, glaring at me.

Fauren, noticing Elliot do that, levitates the mirror towards the table, her neutral face changing into a worried one. Elliot’s mouth, which until now has seemed relatively controlled, transforms into a sneer. “Did you do this?” he asks, in a low, menacing voice.

“Why would I do something like this? More importantly, how would I do something like this?” I ask Elliot, looking him in the eye. His eyes go to the left for a few seconds, looking ashamed, before coming back to me with his glare returning in full force.

“You did it by… I don’t know! But I know that you did it!” he says. I groan. Yes, he is always this stubborn.

“So you’re saying that it’s my fault that we’re female winged unicorns on a faraway planet, possibly even universe, but you don’t know how it’s my fault?” I ask, my raspy voice taking on a more incredulous tone.

“Yes, it was your fault!” Elliot says, his eyes still meeting mine. Oh now it is ON.

“No it wasn’t!”

“Yes it was!”

I hear a small clattering, but ignore it, instead focusing on Elliot.

“No!”

“Yes!”

The volume of the clattering increases, but now there are some smashing sounds, and I can feel my body shaking slightly.

“No!”

“QUIET!”

Instantly, both Elliot and I quiet down at Fauren’s shout, which draws our attention to her; I can’t hear any clattering anymore either. She looks at me heatedly for a few seconds, her stare, for some reason, being the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve played SCP Containment Breach. “You! Why are you being so immature? You cannot simply resolve this in a civilised manner?!” Then, her gaze turns to Elliot, who squeaks and holds his front legs in front of his eyes, attempting to hide from the terrifying look in Fauren’s eyes. “And you! Why did you not believe your sibling when she simply tried to tell you she was not responsible for this?!” I wince at the use of the pronoun ‘she’ as opposed to ‘he’. Fauren, however, just scowls, and looks at the both of us together. “If you are siblings, why do you not act like them?! Apologize, now!” she shouts.

I turn my head back to Elliot. “I’m sorry,” I say quietly, looking down dejectedly.

“’m srry,” Elliot whispers back, his hooves out of his eyes as he looks up at me with a sad look on his face… which is almost the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen! ‘Must… Resist… Oh, dammit, I can’t!’ Tentatively, I reach out to him with my front legs, and wrap my front legs around him.

Elliot stiffens slightly, then relaxes, and hugs me back… until we are promptly interrupted.

“As much as I hate to break up this moment, I need to ask inquire about something,” Fauren says. “Are you aware that your poor control over your magic caused the room to shake? And several of my cups and bowls to break?”

Oh yeah, that’s right; Elliot and I have magic now. “Uh, sorry?” I say, grinning nervously at Fauren, while gently lowering Elliot to the ground. He squirms a little, but flops down onto his belly (rather cutely, if you ask me) when he hits the sheet.

“No need to apologize; I’ve always thought that I owned a bit too many cups,” Fauren says, waving a hand dismissively and smiling slightly, in what seems to be a mischievous way. Then her face turns serious. “But you need to learn how to control your magic. You could honestly hurt somepony if you get seriously angry.”

“How do we learn that, then?” I ask curiously.

Elliot nods. “Yeah, how do we learn to control our magic?” I look at him in the corner of my eye, and notice his eyes are enormous, and almost sparkling with excitement.

“Oh, such enthusiastic young fillies,” Fauren chuckles, and Elliot and I flinch almost unnoticeably. “Magic is not something that one can just control on a whim! No, it is a long and arduous process, learning magical control! First, you must start small.” But then she sighs. “It will have to wait until you are completely recovered from your current condition, though; I am sure you still ache somewhat from when I recovered you.” Elliot sighs sadly,

“Yeah, about that…” I say, looking at Fauren curiously. “How did notice us, anyway? If it was such a heavy snowstorm, that is.”

Fauren looks at me, and smirks slightly. “It is not that hard to notice a flash of white light brighter than even a blizzard like the one that has gone on for over a day now,” she says with humour in her voice.

Well, that explains a part of it… but wait. “A flash of bright light?” I ask. “Why would there be a flash of light when we appeared?”

Fauren’s face sours slightly, and she sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t know. The only real thing that I have heard of that creates a flash of light before a pony appears is a teleportation spell, and the flash is the colour of the unicorn’s magical aura. And earlier, when your magic reacted to your emotions, I noted that there was a yellow sheen around your horn,” she points at me, and I wince slightly, because that’s yet another thing that likens me to Princess Celestia, “and you had a blue magical aura.” This time, she points at Elliot, who is listening intently. “So, I do not know what that may have been.”

Inwardly, I sigh. ‘So much for her knowing what happened to us…’ I mentally grumble.

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(The capital of the Unicorn Kingdom)

Aura Reader trots down the hallway towards King Ferrus’ private dining room. He is nervous.

He isn’t the first of the King’s court magicians, and likely isn’t going to be the last, either, but he needs the job to keep his wife and young filly fed. He gulps. He needs to let the king know, now. But he is afraid of what will happen after that…

He has heard stories of ponies interrupting the King’s activities before, of course. All of them ended with the pony in question being executed. But those were simply stories, of course! It wasn’t like the king would actually do that… right?

So entrenched is he in his mind, that he doesn’t even notice that he has almost reached the dining room until it is simply a metre in front of him. He looks upon the door, and gulps once more. It is a menacing colour of red; a colour that puts him in mind of one thing.

Blood.

Tentatively, he reaches his dark green hoof up to the door and knocks.

“Come in,” says the King. His voice is muffled, but even with it so, Aura can feel that the voice is simply wrong.

Pushing the door open, Aura trots in, and puts on an air of confidence. “Your highness,” he says, bowing. “I have news of utmost importance.”

“Ah, yes; what is it, Magician Reader?” asked the King casually, his magic ring glinting menacingly off of his red-coloured horn. He is picking at a chicken leg, the sight of the meat causing bile to rise in Aura’s throat. Some ponies did eat meat, but it was generally viewed as disgusting; not that he would say that to the King, of course.

Steeling himself, Aura begins. “One day ago, there were 2 enormous magical spikes somewhere in the wilderness. The spikes were incredibly powerful, though, so I couldn’t pinpoint the locations. I did some calculations, however, and…” Aura gulps, a common occurrence for him recently, “…the last time such enormous magical signatures were detected where when the last known alicorns appeared.”

The king smiles unpleasantly. It isn’t a horrible smile, by any indicators, but there is just something that seems wrong about it. “How interesting.” Then, he looks at his chicken leg once more. “Guards,” he calls out. “Execute him.”

Aura steps back, horrified, as two guards appear from seemingly nowhere, brandishing enormous battleaxes with their telekinesis. “Why, your highness?!” he exclaims.

The king’s smile had never once left his face. “You interrupted my dinner.” And with that, a battleaxe falls, and there is no longer an Aura Reader.

“Ugh.” The king wipes away at his now blood-spattered robe, his smile turning into a sneer. “Why do they always have to be so messy?” He waves at his guards. “Clean it up.”

The guards bow their head, and drag away the corpse. Meanwhile, King Ferrus Hoof smiles, the emotion still seeming wrong on his face. “With these new alicorns, I shall finally destroy that pathetic resistance that has risen against me.”

On this day, if anypony else were to near the private dining room, they would hear laughing that sounds like it came from the mouth of a beast of Tartarus.