Fight of the Gods

Twilight had a brilliant idea, a peace treaty would end the war. Her face lit up in hope at the thought and she ran to a pile of scrolls to start on a peace treaty. But how did you make a treaty? She practically deflated. Galloping to another bookshelf in search for a story on how to create them she tripped over some sort of golden china. She picked her self back up and turned to see the shimmering yellow vase on the floor. She was drowning in it's beauty and yearning to cradle it. That was odd. She shook her head resisting the temptations but she felt she needed to whisper all her deepest darkest secrets, wonders, wishes, and hopes to it. So she trotted over her pupils widening and her smile taking up a good portion of her face. When she touched it happy warm and bubbly feelings raced through her and she uttered one word. "Help." The vase swirled with dark magic that sent waves of pain through her in the hurricane of agony cold armor crept onto Twilight's exposed skin and a sword lay in front of her. Suddenly the vase disappeared and Twilight was touching the sword. She gasped and looked at herself panting hard. She was horrified at what had just happened and ran out of the room abandoning her peace treaty paper that had started what had happened in that room, it had held the vase.