What would one do to have their greatest desire granted?

Within an abandoned theater we find a young girl with silver hair and Dark grayish violet eye’s kneeling in front of an altar decorated with crystals of various size and purity. She then put her hands over her chest and proceeded to give a small prayer.

“Please... Whoever I summon, please give me the strength to win.” begged the young woman as the altar began to give off with otherworldly energy and then the entire room was filled with light.

Would you fight for your dreams and ambitions?

In another location, set within an old subway station where a group of individuals all wearing dark green robes were standing in a runic circle. All of them chanting and drawing various bladed weapons from their robes.

“For our glorious queen, we give ourselves so that she may gain a worthy servant so she can win this holy war!!” yelled one of the robed figures in a fanatic tone as the other’s cheered and raised their weapons in preparation for what the ritual would require to summon the servant they wished to gain for their queen.

“FOR OUR GREAT QUEEN!!!” screamed the rest of the robed figures with the same fanatic glee as the first one. They then proceed to stab themselves without any hesitation, genuinely showing their devotion to their beloved queen, and when the final member fell to the floor dead. The runic symbols began to glow and released a dark green light, filling the tunnel with its otherworldly glow.

Would you sacrifice everything you have?

In a dark room, two individuals were standing in front of their own summoning circles. One was a tall male, and the other was a girl in her teens. That was all that could be described them as they were both wearing robes that prevented anything else from being identified about them.

Without a word, both figures focused their energy into their summoning circles, which began to glow in their own unique light. One pitch black and the other, a bright golden light.

How many lives will you take to reach your goals?

The same thing was happening as various lights were being sited in different parts of the city. With many unnatural things occurring around those areas. Random blackouts, strange weather patterns, and every animal vacating the space.

But none of that matters, for we now turn our attention towards a bridge or more specifically what was under the said bridge. For under this old bridge, sleeping under its shadow was a young girl with fiery red hair with golden streaks that gave her hair the same mesmerizing beauty as the setting sun. The young girl tossed and turn in her sleep as if she was sensing the supernatural events happening around the city, but not waking from them, nor did she wake as a blood red symbol appeared on her hand in the shape of a fiery sun.

Your will shall be tested in this holy war, and you shall face great peril and even death itself!

Just so you can be THAT much closer to winning your “prize.”

THE WAR FOR THE HOLY GRAIL HAS BEGUN!!!

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The holiday season was upon us as holiday cheer, and merriment was at an all-time high for the city of Canterlot as the denizens walk around enjoying themselves and enjoying the time of year where everyone could spend time with the ones they love and care for.

“A-ACHOOO!!! Sniff… stupid weather.”....well not everyone had the luxury to enjoy the holidays, as the young girl with the fiery red hair along with golden highlights that made her hair look like the sky during a sunset. With her developed body for her age and Cyan eye color, she was quite the beauty. Add in her Dark purple halter top with a red and yellow sun printed on it, an orange skirt and black leather jacket with a pair of leather boots, you have yourself what a certain fashionista would say, “a beautiful flower surrounded with danger.” whatever that meant, could attest to.

Shaking those thoughts aside the young teen made her way to the city library while also making sure to keep her distance from the other people walking along the street and making sure to keep her right hand concealed from the public.

‘Ok sunset, don’t panic. So what if this is the third library in a list of duds when looking up info on this stupid mark.’ Thought the young teen bitterly as she took a quick glance at her right hand which had a fiery red sun placed right on the back of it. It was just another headache she had to deal with along with the others that have been piling up.

First, some person called anon-a-miss pops up and starts throwing around people's secrets and having every student in the school at each other's throats. Then her friends accuse her of being anon-a-miss and turn their backs on her, and finally now that the school was being searched by the police at night, sunset had nowhere to live and now had to resort to sleeping under a bridge for the last two days!

'why? Why won't anyone believe me!? I have nothing to gain from leaking everyone's secret or have any reason to do so.' Sunset thought miserably as the painful memories of the last few days came popping up and the negative feeling that came with it.

'Just forget about it!! If they want to abandon you so easily, then fuck them!' She thought venomously, clenching her teeth and screwing her eyes shut. Trying in vain to keep the flood of memories at bay but each memory, her blood boiled even more, and she was starting to see red. It was only because of the fear of making a scene in the middle of the street that she was able to reign in her anger.

Sighing in frustration as she made her way into the library not bothering to take in the grand appearance of the establishment and quickly going to the occult section searching through the books to find something she hasn’t already found in previous libraries before. Sadly after looking through each book sunset sighed in disappointment when she couldn't see anything new, deciding that it was a waste of time she made her way out of the library and took notice of the setting sun.

"Dammit! I wasted too much time in that place, better get going if I want to make to the bridge before another blizzard pops up," she muttered, quickly running towards her temporary home not noticing the figure in the distance.

~~~~~~~~~(later that night)~~~~~~~~~

“Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! Of all the time a Christmas parade comes around, it HAS to be on the very street I need to cross to get back to the bridge on time!” Sunset rages as she cuts a corner and rushes down another street desperately trying to get to her only cover from the incoming storm. As she decides to get a few extra seconds by going through an alleyway she ends up bumping into some of the last people she would ever want to meet.

“Well well well, what do we have here? If it isn’t Shimmer bitch!” mocked the brute also known as hoops, a jock, and a bully of CHS. Standing beside him were his two lackeys, Dumb-Bell and Score, both glaring at her which means the anon-a-miss dilemma is still going strong.

“What do you want hoops? Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?” an irritated sunset said as she tried to walk past the group of bullies but was stopped by hoops as he grabbed her by her wrist and yanked her back in front of him and his goons.

“Hold up, where do you think you're going? You still have a lot to answer to.” Hoops said. Applying more pressure with each word, causing Sunset to wince in pain and tried to pry her arm from the iron grip but to no avail.

“Let go asshole!!” screamed Sunset as she futilely tried to pry out of his grip, but before she could make any progress in escaping, she was grabbed by the neck by Hoops and slammed against the stone wall.

“How about you shut up and listen to me you bitch!” he yelled to a stunned Sunset who was wide-eyed by the anger in Hoops' voice, even his goons were gobsmacked at their leader's actions. “It’s because of you and your stupid gossip post, that I got kicked off the football team.” he raged as he played more pressure to her neck causing Sunset to start going limp as her vision was turning black.

“Yo! Hoops man, I know you're mad and stuff but don’t you think you're taking things too far?” questioned dumb-bell with Score nodding in agreement but both backed away when Hoops sent them a glare.

“You two can back off! I've been waiting for this ever since my name was dragged through the mud because of this little bitch posting on the web that I used some steroid to help me win the big game last year,” he ranted as he applied more pressure, causing Sunset’s face to start turning blue.

“Hahahaha! Time to die you gossiping bi-” laughed Hoops but went silent mid-rant and fell over to the side, to the confusion of his friends. But that confusion quickly turned to horror as they noticed a dagger lodged in the back of his head.

“Wh-what the fuck!?” screamed Score before another dagger found it's marked at the center of his forehead. Leaving a scared shitless Dumb-Bell and an equally confused and scared Sunset.

“Screw this! I’m out of here!” screamed Dumb-Bell as he tried to make a break for it, but before he could even make it halfway out of the alleyway, one last dagger found itself buried in his spine causing him to fall in the snow. Much to Sunset's silent horror.

“O-oh my dear Celestia…” trembled a terrified Sunset as she could do nothing but look at the three dead bodies spread out around the alleyway floor. But then a voice was able to allow her to tear her eyes away from the gruesome sight as she caught sight of a middle-aged man wearing the oddest set of clothes she’d ever seen walking towards her.

“I had my doubt about these daggers master gave me, but they do work quite well!” commented the man as he walked towards Sunset while also admiring his handy work.”I guess this is how an assassin feels like?” he wondered as he stopped in front of Sunset and flashing her a small grin that was anything but friendly.

“W-who are you?” questioned Sunsets as she was frantically thinking of a way to get away from this man who could kill someone so quickly.

The man’s grin seemed to just get bigger after hearing the question and gave Sunset a bow as if he was on stage basking in the applause of an invisible audience.

‘I’m glad you asked my dear girl, but sadly I can’t give you my real name.” stated the man as he rose up from his bow and gave her a smile that looked like it would split his face in two. “But you can call me CASTER.

Author's Note

Whew that was a tough one to write.

well i hope i at least did a good job for my first try.

please leave a comment and leave any advice. it really helps.