Magic.
A force that is powerful to change the very fabric of reality at will. Able to bend the world to the will of the user. Equus is full of it. from the biggest mountain to the smallest atom. From the oldest Dragon, to the youngest ant. Ponies grew up using this primal force. Refining the art till it was but a thought and action. Like all things, it too had a beginning, and it too will have an end. It has rules, it has consequences. It has power, it has different forms.
It requires form. It is like any tool. It doesn’t care who you are. But it is vast.
And yet powerless in the Everfree forest. Ever wonder why?
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Yes?
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Well then. Let me enlighten you.
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Who am I you ask? That would be telling.
Welcome to the Library-verse.
Hell & Tartarus is on the left, Angry alicorn on the right. Pizza, Soda, and popcorn is straight ahead.
So as the chapter title says, I need some help from you all. I decided to toss out my old notes after seeing how many holes their were in the plot line. There are three basic things I do need from you readers to help this story become into something amazing.
1 - Original Characters - If you want your O.C. in this story, send me a PM with their name and their bio. (Alicorns can be added but no overpowered characters. Everyone has a flaw.)
2 - Ideas - As I said, I threw out my old notes due to them being so terrible plot wise. If you have an idea that you think would work, let me know. This story was originally inspired by the show The Librarians. So I will have The Library in here at some point.
3 - Lore - I'll admit I stopped watching the show after Twicorn happened. So my knowledge of the lore ends there. I got only bits and pieces from what I've read up upon. So I want you help getting caught up and then you opinions on what you think the show missed out on.
This story, with the help of everyone, will hopefully become alive once more.
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!!! Spoiler ahead !!!
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NO i'm not going to make Shining Star be Celestia's mother.
She's Spitfire's mom already.
“Again.”
*Crack*
Wooden swords smack against each other. The world slows down around me one more. My sword in my right hoof, a spell charged in my left. A shield appears around me. This doesn’t bother me. I know how to break it
I spin my body counterclockwise while extending my sword hoof. I feel the shield break around me. I release the spell in my hoof forwards the split second the shield breaks. while the blindfold I’m wearing prevents me from seeing my target, I can hear them yelp in surprise. My sword finishes it’s ark and I move my body into my next move. The blade flow s through the air like a knife through warm butter, flawlessly, without resistance. While it isn’t as good as my actual blade, it still holds up.
My opponent intercepts this attack and parries. I flap my wings hard and force my body upwards, narrowly escaping the counter attack with her second blade. She follows this up with a explosive spell towards where I hover, out of the range of her swords. I flap hard towards her while casting Festina, haste, to speed me up even more. The force moves me out of the range of the spell. My opponent forces me back to the ground by raising the ground in front of me. Not seeing this, or sensing it, I ram right into it. Disoriented, I get back onto my hooves and jump away from where I was standing.
I press the attack after I sense where my opponent was once more. She is running towards me and is being followed by something. Another target? An Ally? I ready my sword once more. Time to finis-
“Enough! This match is over. Star, you are needed.”
DAMMIT!
Ten minutes later I had removed my blindfold and stepped out of the shower. As I walked into the living room, I saw my mirror hanging there. As I walked towards it, I admired my appearance. A young mare stared back at me, her coat of red, orange, and yellow mixed together to resemble a fire. A light black mane hung over her left side. A small horn poked out of it. Her wings slightly open to the air, as if ready to fly. No fat to be found on her, pure muscles found in her legs and wings. A scar running from nose to just short of her right eye. Three scars across her left foreleg. Her tail an utter mess.
‘Damn. I still look nice? Huh. Thought Maxxy ruined that last time. Hope his paw is okay. Now what was I doing?’
“STAR!” Oh. Right. Dad wants me.
“Coming Father!”
