The Art of Magic: Infamy of the Facility

True Unicorn, Half-Unicorn, or the third kind...There is no other way...

After about two weeks it was time, finally time for Sweetie to prove she was a True Unicorn. She had practiced and practiced of it. In some cases almost drained herself completely from the magic she could store, but the young mare was determined to pass.

But every time she tried it too fire the blast, she did it. Then the day finally came, the day she had to prove it. Rarity brought her to a place where she never has been before. It wasn't Ponyville or Canterlot, it was a place, that gave her the shivers down her spine.

They stood before a old coliseum surrounded by Unicorn statues and Sweetie looked a little scared as the statues all looked like attacking ponies, ready to unleash their magic. “S-Sis, d-do we have to go there?” Sweetie asked with the fear sensible in her voice.

Rarity took a deep inhale and a slow exhale as she nodded and replied. “We have to Sweetie.” The older mare walked towards the coliseum and Sweetie trotted beside her, looking at the horror statues. The young mare took her attention off of them and looked at her sister who smiled back at her as they entered the circular building.

It didn't took them long before they reached a room filled with unicorns and they both took place on a couch. Sweetie started to shiver a little in fear due to her nerves. The young mare didn't want to let her sister know, but Rarity could read it right off her forehead.

“No need to panic Sweetie for you will succeed. You did it so many times already. I have faith in you.”

Sweetie sighed deeply before speaking up. “I know sis, but this place, so cold, so heartless... I just don’t like it here.”

Rarity smiled as she replied. “Soon you will be out of here Sweetie. Now, I have to leave you alone for now, since family isn't allowed in this area when they begin.”

And just after Rarity said that, a siren sounded and a voice over the intercom spoke. It said that every family member had to leave. Sweetie looked up and saw how all the parents, brothers and sisters left. There they were, all the young adult who had to do the test.

Sweetie leaned deeper into the couch and sighed. Hoping for the best, she knew that if she didn't perform the blast, she would disappoint Rarity so much. She was determined to go after her sister, to become a True-Unicorn.

One by one, the young unicorns were called by name. But Sweetie was among one of the last in the room. A blueberry coated mare around her age walked up to her and spoke. “Hey, my name is Twinkle Sparkle, and what is your name?”

Sweetie was pleasantly surprised by this as she replied. “The name is Sweetie Belle, but just call me Sweetie.”

“Sweetie Belle, aren't you the sister of Rarity?” Twinkle asked.

“That is right, Rarity is my big sister.”

“Wow, I am the little sister of Twilight. She may not have mentioned me since she is always too busy with her studies, tends to forget family members sadly... Something I never understood of her. Oh well, what can you do.”

Sweetie giggled a little since she knew how Twilight was. “It is nice to meet you Twinkle.”

“Same here Sweetie.” Twinkle replied.

The longer time passed, the emptier the hall became. Everypony who got called went into a hallway, but never got back again. But the two fillies talked about a lot of things and didn't really pay any attention to it. Until the speaker spoke his word. “Twinkle Sparkle, your turn. If you would follow the stallion please.” Twinkle looked up shocked that it was her turn already but stood up and went with the masked colt. Never to be seen again as Sweetie felt the loneliness coming up again as she waited for her turn.

Then, after some time the voice over the speaker returned. “Sweetie Belle, your turn. If you want to follow the stallion please.” Sweetie stood up and went with the stallion, a friendly looking old one who was wearing a robe around his body. She went down the hallway only to enter the arena of the coliseum.

In the middle there were three unicorns with notepads writing things down with their magic. One of them, a mare, looked her in the eyes and spoke. “Sweetie Belle, born in Ponyville, no cutie mark yet, but still searching for it. Is this information correct?”

Sweetie looked the mare in her eyes and spoke her words. “That is correct madame.”

“Oh, and well mannered as well. This test, will judge your future Sweetie, it has come to my ears you have been practicing over and over for this. These are your tests. Lift up some objects, start with the smallest and slowly work your way up to the biggest object you can lift. Then you need to put up some defensive spells, like a shield or a barrier. Once you have done that, you need to do the blast of pure magic. Begin when you are ready.” the mare said as she looked to her colleagues who nodded.

All three of the judges turned their attention to the young mare, who looked at the audience. But there was nopony to be seen, it just was her and the three judges.

This got Sweetie even more on her nerves, she couldn't hold herself anymore and started to shake a little, yet she performed the tests. But thanks to her nerves, her mind wasn't the sharpest anymore. The young mare charged up her horn and tried to lift the first weight. With some trouble she got it to lift to the minimum height after which she just dropped it.

Sweetie moved on to the second weight and with even more trouble got that one off the ground but couldn't reach the minimum limit as it dropped before that. She looked a little sad at her performance and let go a small sigh. She could have done better, she would have done better if it wasn't for her nerves and turned her attention to the judges.

The judges shook their heads and wrote things down. Then, there was the defensive test. Sweetie charged up her horn again and a small green shield appeared before her. For her it was quite the something, but in reality it was a weak and fragile barrier, not capable of holding anything.

The judges again shook their heads and wrote again things down. Then, came the last part of the test. Sweetie sighed deeply as she knew it all too well what it was. The young mare raised on her hind legs as her sister did and charged up her horn.

The aura around her horn was weaker than ever but still managed to create the sphere for the blast. Sweetie bit her lips as she closed her eyes, hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.

But something went wrong with the cast of the spell as the sphere started to crack and imploded violently on itself, creating a even powerful explosion which flung Sweetie against the wall of the area. Still being by knowledge however.

The mare judge stood up and spoke her words. “You have disappointed us, Sweetie Belle. We heard you trained so hard for this. Yet, you failed on everything, I’m sorry to say this, but you are, Unworthy to be a Unicorn.”

This cold conclusion broke the fillies heart. She failed the tests, no retries, no nothing. She just failed, failed at life, failed to make her sister proud. “Take her away. And deliver this report to her.” the mare said as two masked unicorn stallions came forward and took Sweetie with their magic. She was brought over to an elevator. A third stallion came in and took the documents the mare had before charging up his horn and vanished in a sphere of blood red light, teleporting away to somewhere.