Prologue: A Rough Beginning

Clover the Clever sighed. She was happy Starswirl was giving a break, but it was so unusual for her. She had to admit, the cabin he found was very nice. She wondered how long it’d been there.

“So, how do you like it, Miss Clover?” He addressed her formally, but as a joke. Just because he was a powerful and intelligent wizard didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun as well.

“It’s very nice. I really like it. Though, can’t you call me Clover for the break?” She responded. “Or should I call you Mister Starswirl?” The mare then cracked a grin.

“It’s alright, Clover. Let’s get settled in.”

Night had fallen, and Clover and Starswirl were enjoying themselves, informally chatting and drinking tea, when a trap door flew open with a loud crash. As they were both curious ponies, neither objected to finding out what caused the door to swing open.

The basement-cellar was neglected for many years apparently, judging by the spiderwebs and dust. It was what the two found though, that intrigued the pair. Aside from a book made apparently of flesh, there were two futuristic weapons and a dagger with a handle made of what looked like bones. The pair agreed to only take the book and read through it. Clover decided to record the readings using her magic.

Clover was terrified at the results of reading the book out loud. What the hell had happened to her mentor? Once finding a safe place to hide, she read (and recorded) a useful message. That didn’t mean she liked it though. The only way to stop the possession was through bodily dismemberment. She looked for another way, but there was none. She knew what had to be done. She went back down to the cellar. She picked up one of the futuristic weapons using her magic. She cried while loading a cylinder shell into the weapon. She crept upstairs, tears still streaming down her face. She had to find her mentor turned monster. She checked through the whole cabin, but could not find him. She traveled to the main door and paused. Was it really worth it? Could she just try getting out?

“No, that’d be betraying him. I know I’d want him to do the same for me, if it were me,” She told herself. But could she really do it? Could she bring it upon herself to kill her mentor? She wished she was still in Canterlot, continuing with her studies. But she had to do this. She opened the door and stepped out.

The mare levitated the weapon next to her, and started looking for her former mentor, crying all the while. She knew finding him would be hard, and killing him, much harder. But she had to do it. She knew this.

Trotting around, giving cursory glances around her, she finally found him. He look so different. He looked rotted. She knew he wasn’t Starswirl anymore, but rather a demon in his shell. Telling herself this, she brought up the weapon, and fired. She was able to decapitate him. She laid down, crying, for at least an hour.

Eventually, she got up and trotted back to the cabin. She put the book and the weapon back, and trotted up the stairs. She closed the trapdoor. She was going to get out of here. As she stepped outside and closed the door behind her, she smelled the crisp morning air. She started back to the path that lead her to this cursed place. She was free!

If only that were the case. Something grabbed her. Her screams were only heard by the trees as she was pulled under the ground, never to be seen again.

Author's Note

This is my first story on the site, so enjoy. Please be kind with critiquing, and let me know of any grammatical mistakes I might have made. Otherwise, let me know if you liked it!