I ADDED THE SEX TAG BECUZ THIS STORY WILL HAVE SOME IN IT (EVENTUALLY)
Im going to pony hell *sigh*
Part One
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The purple pony (Twilight Sparkle) opened her eyes. She tried to stand but collapsed almost instantly, her limbs to weak from her spell, so she lay there waiting for her strength to return to her. When it finally did, she stood up and looked around. She saw that surrounding her was a building, crumbling and overgrown by plants. To here right was an arch, the only entrance she saw. She took a step toward it but fell down as a bolt of agonizing pain shot through her body; there was a nail in her hoof. Trying her best not to walk on it, she sat down.
She took a deep breath “Evcor unik”(ev-core oo-nick) she whimpered.
Her horn started to glow, surrounding itself in a purple haze, and the nail began to remove itself from her hoof. As the nail exited her hoof she shivered, and bit her lip in pain. Blood started to gush out of the wound; startled she reacted by forcing her hoof into the ground, witch caused even more discomfort.
After about tem minutes or so the bleeding stopped, so she removed her hoof from the dirt, stood up, and limped with her head down over to the arch where she leaned up against it and looked up.
Her eyes widened as she saw the princess hanging by a noose from a lamppost, her mane mangled, and her chest torn to shreds. Hanging out of her body was a string of entrails; she gazed upon them following them with her eyes, finally her gaze stopped upon a group of four baby Changelings wrestling over the bleeding heart of Princess Celestia. She looked at the changelings then at the Princess; instantly her emotions were overcome anger. Her horn started to glow brighter that it had ever glowed before. the glow engulfed her and when it faded her coat and mane had turned the darkest color of black one could possibly imagine. She tried to move but her magic had taken control of her body. Suddenly her legs started to move, her head turned to the baby Changelings.
She pointed her horn at them and cast “Evicti Sunsei” (E-vict-E s-oon-s-I) a spell that was completely new to her.
Three of the Changelings were immediately lifted off their hooves and cried in agony as they were violently torn limb from limb. There was one left witch tried to escape but was quickly entangled by a thread of black magic. She could feel that something horrible was about to happen. The changeling floated up to her and released a loud screeching noise as its still beating heart was pulled out of its chest and its spasming corpse was tossed aside. she began to feel something in her stomach, a sort on uneasiness. Still moving on its own her body turned around to face an army of hundreds of fully grown Changelings. A group of them leaped at her only torn apart by a wall of pure black magic.
She felt her body tense up " Reshri Zencal" (Resh-r-E Zen-call) she echoed.
She had only heard this spell once when her brother had used it to put a barrier around Canterlot. This was different though, it didn't feel right.
Almost on que, as she thought that, a pulsing black wave of magic ejected from her horn, creating a loud boom. the wave passed through her surroundings aging them beyond recognition. the Changelings turned to dust, the already crumbling building collapsed, the nail that had once been in her hoof rusted.