somthing wicked

   She searched about the jars filled with blue-purple mists

before selecting one with a deep violet twist inside. She sighed “this could be the one.”

“Yess……..this should do quite nicely” she muttered. She walked over to a dusty box and scooped

a few pebbles up in her hoof. After examining them, she trotted through the entrance of her cave towards the stream and kicked them in. in an instant five forms began to erupt from the water. She placed her jar on a stone, tired of magically levitating it. Her minions rose up out of the bubbling stream as she gazed at their souls, or lack thereof. "Noww...for your assignments, my minions" she hissed at the now complete ponies. After informing each one on what was expected of them she turned around. Once all of them had flown away the creature stared down the rough path, contemplating the fate of the world.

Wystha, for that was the name of the mare, wandered down the path until she had gathered four of the most beautiful, elegant flowers anypony had ever seen the likes of. After retreating back to her cave, she began extracting the very essence of each

of the flowers which involved a long process of burning and filtering until she had five vials of pure essence, four brightly colored and one jet black, with all the impurities in it. She then lifted them, gently placing the black one on the shelf and placing the colored ones on the small table. She then selected a four small, round pebbles from a box and set them on the floor. Muttering dark incantations, she levitated the vials and dumped each one onto a stone in a large, sickeningly pink mushroom cloud four tall, slender figures were visible.

Once the fog had dissipated four of the most Gorgeous, alluring, and nearly perfect alicorn mares stood before her. They, unlike the warriors, had souls because they had to love, and they would, VERY passionately.  Wystha bent her head and zapped the beuties with a powerful incantation, the surprised mares could only stare as years of fake memories were pumped into their minds and they were given a purpose: find love with the very special stallion whom she had targeted before.

Meanwhile the warriors had moved the clouds to create quite a downpour over canterlot.

The mares were then teleported to the doorstep of the palace.