Artemis Foal: The Equestria Incident

Captain Holly Short woke with her head on fire.

Her vision was blurred, her hearing fogged. She couldn’t see more than two feet in front of her. Everything beyond was a gray blur. She somehow managed to gather enough strength to attempt to sit up, but found that she couldn’t. Her limbs felt numb. They seemed misshapen, as though they belonged to someone-or something-else.

She thought back to what she last remembered. That, too, was a mess. It was just vague ideas, like looming shadows, that came to mind. Like a dream.

She remembered a huge explosion. It was dark green. Dark green was the color of…some unique type of magic. Holly couldn’t remember which. Her head was pounding even more now, restricting all but the most basic shreds of thought.

Holly couldn’t see where she was. She had the vague sensation that she was lying in grass. Her vision was pulsating now, swirling, warping. She realized that she was in horrible pain, but she couldn’t scream. She tried, but she barely managed to open her mouth. A small trickle of that dark-green magic trickled from her mouth.

I’m overcharged with magic, she thought. Magic that isn’t mine.

She took one last look at her body before everything went black.

That isn’t an elf, was her last thought.

A small, unconscious, gray earth pony named Captain Holly Short lay in the grass.