From The Dark

"What now," A black coat, white maned pony sits, wondering. "I know!" She begins to form a crooked smile as an all white griffon continues to go to town on a unidentifiable pony with his searing claws. "SILVER WING!"

"What do you want!?" The white griffon snaps at the black and white pony. "Seriously, Rykarnis, can't you just let me have a little fun?" He motions a bloody, entrails-ridden claw to the writhing body laying next to him on the floor.

"Never mind that, Silver Wing, check out this new thing I came up with," Rykarnis displays a magical image of a unicorn with a white coat and a black mane.

Silver Wing snickers, but still strides towards it until he's a few feet away.

"Cool, right?" Rykarnis puts up a fake smile.

"I guess," Silver Wing shrugs, "Why are you showing me this?" Silver Wing says impatiently.

Rykarnis drops her act. "Don't talk to me that way, don't forget who saved you as a child, from those thieves, and who blessed you with the power you have now," Rykarnis chastises before explaining.

"It's more than just a pony, it's capable of immense power, and I will use it to deal the world an unfair hand in this game..." Rykarnis forms a faint smile.

"Immense power, huh?" Silver Wing smirks in disbelief. "So are you saying he's gonna be almost as powerful as me?" Silver Wing flexes an arm next to the image.

"Funny," Rykarnis gives Silver Wing an unimpressed look. "You see," Rykarnis begins, looking back at the image. "This pony is capable of legendary abilities, I'm going to see if I can create him using my oh so powerful powers," Rykarnis snaps her fingers, smirking at the distant scream.

"I need this to play out just the way I want," Rykarnis looks Silver Wing in his emerald eyes. "Do you understand?" Her abysmal black eyes boring into Silver Wing's

"Well, I don't know, I don't think that this will work." Silver Wing says doubtfully.

"Excuse me?" Rykarnis's intensely straight face becoming intensely upset. "I'm pretty sure that it's not your place to concern yourself with whether or not this will be a success, now, do you understand?"

Silver Wing defiantly looks back into Rykarnis's eyes.

"Makes sense I guess," Silver Wing gives.

"Now then," Rykarnis begins, "If you have no more question or concerns, I am going to start the creation." Rykarnis declares, putting down the projection and replacing it with a suspended, fertilized egg, soon forming into a fetus.

The fetus forms, taking shape, and going through all stages of metamorphosis as it would in a womb; all in a few seconds.

Not long after, the coat and mane have fully formed, and the pony falls to the ground, unconscious from the traumatically instant growth.

"Wow," Silver Wing remarks, slightly astonished, "Is it a boy or girl?"

"It's a boy," Rykarnis drones, putting a red shirt and black pants on the pony, "Jeez, do you ever stop asking questions?".

"Whatever," Silver Wing frowns, "What will you call him?" Silver Wing asks, changing the subject.

Rykarnis sighs, but continues.

"I think I'll call him..."

"...Destanis."

"Wow, that's kind of narcissistic," Silver Wing comments dejectedly.

"SHUT UP!" Rykarnis shouts, "I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE AN EPIC MOMENT, FUCK," Rykarnis emptily swears, disappearing without the body.

"Fine!" Silver Wing snaps back, "I didn't want to talk anyway!" Silver Wing turns back to the still living bloody corpse on the floor.

Silver Wing looks back at the teenage pony behind him, and again turns back to the dingy pony, "I guess I'll just have to entertain myself until that thing wakes up." Silver Wing gets back to tormenting the unknown pony.