The King of Storms

King of Storms

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Tempest

I was almost bouncing in joy. The books I had managed to teleport out were filled to the brim with information! Spells of war and defense, life and death, everything I would ever need! Defense, Offense, Hatred, Healing, and Light! These books could teach me so much, and they did. It was everything I would ever need

Until it wasn’t enough. I had spent a couple days reading the books but yet I still wasn’t any more powerful. Until it came to me.

I’ve been spending too much time reading and not enough actually using the spells, or looking around in Section 5 like I was supposed to!

I stood up in the tower that King Arbmos had gifted to me. I focused and began to cast the most simple of spells, a shield. A blood red shield flared into existence. “Fueled by hatred.” I murmured.

It was a simple spell to cast, but how effective was it? That was the question. I turned the shield around and cast another spell. A red aura surrounded me. (*) I lunged at the shield, and sparks flew up into the air. The shield was losing it’s brightness, and the aura was almost fizzed out. More sparks flew up as I pressed against the shield. “ARGH!” A surge of hatred magic blasted into both the aura and the shield, and a wave of magic shattered the windows. Both the shield and the aura disappeared with a pop.

A book floated towards me, and I scribbled down some notes in it. “Basic Shield...withstand Aura of War...20% power…” I muttered. King Arbmos entered the room.

“Tempest, are you alright?”

“Fine, had a magic accident.”

“Ah. Well be a little more careful next time, this room is expensive.”

“I will my King.” I replied. The King smiled and walked out.

I continued to practice my magic, scribbling in my notebook once in a while.

A couple hours later…

I checked through the last spell on my To-Cast list. I had cast all the spells I needed to, and tested their limits. I was satisfied. I picked up all the books and cast a quick informational transfer spell into an empty one. All the information from the books went into that one, which I put in a drawer.

A red glow enveloped all the books and they parted, making room for the ones I had gotten from the (destroyed) library. I stopped as I felt something that wasn’t supposed to be there in my aura. I lifted all the books away and I saw a little crack in the wall. I dropped the books down and applied some pressure to the wall. It split open with a crack, and a book with a storm cloud on it revealed itself.

“Odd...it doesn’t look like anything I’ve heard off.” I noted. I pulled it out and opened it.

The Tempesta Ultramagica, the guide to Elemental Magic…

Elemental Magic? That wasn’t listed in that guide of magic. I turned the page and began to read.

I had just hit a gold mine! Defensive magic, offensive magic, all schools of magic paled in comparison to this...to this Elemental magic! Everything I would need is in here. I transferred its contents into my book, then continued to read.

So apparently there were five stages of elemental magic, and five branches, each with their own use.

Earth was for defence, water for healing, fire for destruction and air for mobility. Then their was another branch, a mix of all of them. Storm magic. No, it wasn’t the tornado kind of storm, but an elemental storm. It was dangerous, and unlike the other spells that had levels 1-5, this only had level 4-5. A storm over a large area, that while the caster was in that area they would be nearly indestructible, constantly healing the caster, speeding them up and causing natural unnatural disaster.

Now, let’s talk about the tiers.

Tier 1 is a small effect, small area, but easy to cast and easy to control.

Tier 2 is a medium area, medium effect, and not too difficult but not too easy to control and a little intensive on your mana. Didn’t need to worry about that though, considering I had rage to fuel me.

Tier 3 is a large area, a powerful effect and very hard to control, draining through the reserves of regular magic users within seconds.

Tier 4 and 5 were labeled as the Grandmage and Archmage tiers. Both incredibly hard to cast and mana intensive, a ridiculous area and an effect strong enough to weaken even the most powerful of alicorns.

I began to test the magic after placing the books back on my shelf.

I could tier 1 and 2 for as long as I wanted to, although control was a little problem, and tier 3 for about 3 seconds. Funny. I attempted a tier 4, but I almost blacked out simply with the charge up. I managed to stop it in time though.

Before I began to try and attempt to level up my magical skills, I decided to look in the forbidden sector of the castle. Wait. What If I did some simple air magic along with some quieting magic? I could make myself invisible. I didn’t know any quieting magic though, but I did know science. So I cast an air spell to make myself silent, and warped the air around me to make me invisible(1) But I had to test if it worked. I pressed up against the door and warped through it. I gagged at the feeling of teleporting through something. A guard was posted a bit down the hallway.

I flew over to the guard and began to wave. I roared silently. Well, I made the roaring motion but did not make any sound. The guard said and did nothing. I smiled and went back. I had my hand against the wall while looking for the section, something that I loved to do back...home. My hand slipped through one of the walls and I paused. What? I asked myself. I tried it again.

The wall was an illusion! I stepped through it, and it lead into a long hallway. The hallway into a staircase. Quickly moving through the hallway, I began my way down the dark staircase.

It was dark. Silent. And very very deep down. As I saw a ray of light deeper down, I also felt that something was wrong. Not wrong, wrong. Something that shouldn’t be was being. I hurried down and saw two barely conscious alicorn children chained to the wall, covered in cuts, scratches and bruises. In front of them was a very sickly, thin and pale looking King Arbmos.

“Worthless, pathetic!” He said, pacing back and forth.

“I-i’m so-” A whip struck the smaller of the two.

“DO NOT SPEAK! YOU ARE WORTHLESS! REMEMBER THAT! YOU ARE BENEATH ME!” He roared. The small alicorn whimpered. His horn glowed with dark magic. “I need my subjects...I need more power. WHY DONT YOU HAVE MORE POWER FOR ME!?” Two tendrils of darkness reached into the alicorns, making them writhe in pain. The smaller one screamed in complete agony, and then something snapped inside of me.

King Arbmos, a seven foot tall pony was standing one second. The next second, a drakon almost three times bigger than him covered in flames and earthen defense, going at many MPH was running at him. The final second, that drakon smashed into King Arbmos, sending him flying into a wall and no doubt breaking 16 of his ribs. He screamed in agony as I smashed into him, my stealth magic fading as I did.

“BURN!” I roared, overcome with rage. Something primal awakened in me, and I let loose a giant blast of energy. It destroyed and hit Arbmos with force that could destroy something harder then dragon scales. It drained me, not magically but physically however. Arbmos was sent flying through the walls, out into the open plains. I flew after him, air magic boosting my speed. Simple tier 2 spells could so much, against a much older, wiser and more powerful foe!

I rocketed down at him, coated in fire. He stood up, the fury and might of two alicorn children (2) radiating through him. He said nothing, but smashed his hooves down. My world went white as a beam of power enveloped me, breaking my scales and tearing at my flesh. It sent me flying down crashing.

“You really think that you could defeat me Tempest? While I’m ashamed that I thought you could be a helpful ally in my war against Discord, I am not sad. Good-bye Tempest.” I groaned and realized something. I crashed next to a lake.

“Arbmos…”

“Last words?” He paused.

“Rule 1. Don’t give me time to heal.” Water came up, and crashed down upon him. It pushed him far back, while healing my also. My rage (3) reserves weren’t dampened that greatly, so I could do this. I flew up high into the sky, up to the tallest tower of Castle Arbmos. He teleported on a slightly lower tower.

“I’ll remember that.” He growled. A beam of white power was sent flying at me, but I was prepared. I formed the strongest shield I can, using earth magic and other defensive magic to create a barrier. The barrier began to crack under the force of the magic that Arbmos was sending at me, and some slipped through and reached my eye. I screamed as the magic blinded one of my eyes. But, for the first time in my entire life time…

I saw. I saw it all. The magical threads connecting everything...A gold and blue thread from Arbmos to the Alicorns, scared citizens and guards being connected by threads…

At where I was standing, thousands of threads were leading to places in the castle. . I reached out, not with my body but with my mind, and I pulled. The threads came flying into me, and then...Arbmos spell flickered out of existence. My shield went down. A storm, a storm of the raging elements, fueled by my fury, my hatred came into existence.

Arbmos. I spoke not with my body but with my soul, my mind.

“What...what are you!?” Arbmos spoke in fear.

The threads connecting him and the alicorns snapped. The ponies looked up and they all heard what I said next.

You are the Fake King. You have no real power. You are a liar, a schemer. That is what you are. Me…

My name is Tempest, and I am the King of Storms.

A lightning bolt struck him, raging thunder coming with it, and burning rain began to fall. He screamed, and I opened my mouth. I roared. It was heard for miles. The power felt even further. Pure energy struck him, and King Arbmos was vaporized. While in my state of power, I warped down through the floors, in the forbidden section. A crack of power, and the alicorns were freed. I warped with them, far, far away, as far as I could from Castle Arbmos.

“Live for me…” I whispered, and my whole world went white.

*: The Aura of War, invented by King Bellum of the Drakons in the year 200 in the war against Discord. It creates a powerful shell around the user that will increase the strength and resistance of the user, as well and try to shred anything that touches it. It was deemed too brutal after the war, after many unaware troops were torn to bits by it. However, older books still contain instructions on the spell.

1: I KNOW THIS ISNT HOW IT WORKS DAD GET OFF MY BACK

2: Alicorns are highest in their power at two stages. Early childhood, and late adulthood. So 1-500, and 2000-10,000+, considering Arbmos drained two alicorns in one of their highest stages of power...that’s a lot of power.

3: Infinite rage for discord should = Infinite magic, right? Yes, against Discord. And even then that would still tire Tempest. Tempest is just overall very, very angry and using that against Arbmos. But there’s a limit to how angry he can be against someone who isn’t Discord.