True Ancestor, Dead Apostle

by Goldymarg

First published

"Fluttershy...you now hold inside of you a seed of darkness. Whether or not that seed sprouts into a guiding salvation, or a harbinger of destruction, is wholly up to you."

On the night of a full moon, Fluttershy is visited in the middle of the night by her five closest friends. They insist that something is still dreadfully wrong with her, despite being cured of her vampirism several days ago. When her desperate pleas are ignored, she hears a voice beckoning to her in the darkness...

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Submitted for Writer's Training Grounds #001, with the prompt, "Not everything went as planned when Twilight undid her spell on Fluttershy." Artwork by the impeccable http://luted.deviantart.com/