Ponyville lay in ruins, What once stood a humble and beautiful town of friendship loving ponies now remained a desolate crater filled with rubble, gore, and the once happy townsfolk blown to pieces.
Smoke rose from the charred remains of the larger buildings, ponies laid there dead or dying. Some unicorn corpses were still fidgeting while their horns let out sprits of magic. Pegasi were either all but gory bits or puffs of bloody feathers, their nimble bodies unable to survive the blast. Earth ponies perhaps had it the worst, some were still alive screaming in pain as the ones with their bodies blown in half tried to pull in their guts before the lights in their eyes left them.
Mares, stallions, colts, fillies, and even the elements themselves were not spared. And the areas found further from town,while not obliterated completely, looked like they had suffered from a powerful bomb blast either way.. Fluttershy’s cottage was ripped from its foundation as pools of blood from the various animals she harbored spilled into the river, creating a macabre flow of red fluid across the land. Sweet Apple Acres’s trees were instantly deleaved and deappled, making the area look like a graveyard of a farm that once was. The schoolhouse, where many young fillies and colts went to learn, now only knew grim silence as the young littered it’s yard.
The once blue sky was now a dismal gray, with nary a cloud in sight, as if the gods themselves were disintegrated from whatever horrifying blast of death and destruction fell upon the land of Equestria. If one were to look closer, they could see patches of red rain and pegasi pieces fall from the sky. Yes, even those who thought themselves lucky to be able to escape the reaper’s scythe found nothing but their end in the sky as their failed attempt to flee became to all who looked upon the foreboding sky.
This wave of damnation didn’t seem to be just a centralized blast either, it was that of some sort of beam. Or to those less minded, a terrible creature of light tearing across the landscape. Hills, houses, mountains; Nothing could withstand the maul of this powerful beast. Everything it touched was burned, torn, destroyed, and ripped to pieces just from it’s touch. It’s aura alone capable of causing objects and ponies alike to lose their lives just from looking at it.
Off in the distance was once a city no more. Canterlot and the mountain it made its home had become nonexistent. The mountain, while not becoming a crater like Ponyville has, had most of its top destroyed in such a way that whatever was left was a clean flat surface. Canterlot, the princesses, and its people perhaps were the luckiest when it came to genocide this power brought. With no sign of even a speck of stone from the town, it was safe to assume that the ponies that were within its walls met an instantaneous and painless death, utterly unaware of what was going to happen to them prior to the beast’s release.
But it seems that even beyond that. The raging power, with the intensity of a million suns, was not sated with the destruction it had caused thus far. It traveled ever further, at blazing speeds, consuming all in its wake of endless calamity. And even worse, it only seemed to grow in power as it traveled further. Perhaps the more death and chaos it caused, the more powerful it became. No one who was able to witness this could ever tell anyone else their thoughts as they would not even be able to blink before their end was met.
Even fearsome still was not only the destruction it brought upon the land, but the destruction upon the sea itself. Whether it passed by streams, raging rivers, or the ocean itself as it made its way to Manehatten. All that was left behind was drought and the fried bodies of the life that once swam beneath the world of the deep.
Manehatten’s destruction was perhaps worse than that of Ponyville. Ponies in the skyscrapers, like that of Canterlot, were instantly vaporized before they even knew what happened. But the ponies of the streets and smaller buildings were met with flying bullets of dust and rubble as it flew through their bodies, leaving their corpses as bloody swiss cheese. The few ponies who thought they could seek refuge in the basements of the city were choked to death by the clouds of deadly dust and intense blaze of immolating fire.
Indeed, Manehatten had also become no more. Not even a shadow of its former self as it became that of a raging inferno reminiscent of the volcanoes of the dragon lands. And even further beyond, the terrifying beam of light raged on. It plowed through the northern lands and it’s mountains as if a hot knife through butter. While Yakyakistan and the Crystal Empire was spared from being devoured by the light. It was not spared however from the wall of darkness.Dirt,rock, and heat that spread from the decimated mountains that the beam tore through. They exploded like nuclear bombs and like the beam, they had spread like a deadly tsunami through the north’s west and east sides.
Back at the edge of Ponyville stood Princess Twilight Sparkle, who stood just right before where the beam of destruction had started it’s terrible run of chaos. She looked upon the horror with pure shock, tears coming down her eyes from the horrible monstrosity she had released from her very horn. Everything she knew and love was gone, caused by her own hoof, simply because she had used a forbidden spell of intense power.
And below her, laid the true criminal, the cause of her creating such a spell.
A single,simple, unopened pickle jar. It’s lid ever placed so tightly on it’s top. And upon further inspection, a dent where the spell had ricocheted off from.
