Magic Mayhem

Ponies look weird in robes, like seriously odd-looking.

The healing mages or the mages that have practiced healing magic have finally arrived in Stone Haven, all of them donned hooded white robes.

I only comment on their clothing because they've been busy rushing back and forth their hooves clamoring against the stone floor. After a while, that sound can become quite annoying especially if you're trying to read about avoiding magic explosions.

I've read a lot in the week and a half I've got to get ready for my stupid plan, but there was one question I couldn't find an answer for in all the books I had searched through.

Could I use magic?

I have magic sickness, albeit I don't really feel the effects of it. Which should mean I am affected by magic in some way, right? I don't know, but I'm possibly about to do one of the stupidest things I've done in my life all based on one hell of a hunch. Though, it's only a stupid back up plan in actuality.

The time was almost upon me now, the healing mages would reach my bed soon. A stallion and mare rounded the curtains to the left of me and greeted me with surprised expressions.

Oh yeah, sometimes I forget I'm an alien.

"Hello there Mister, we were told by Nurse Caduceus that you were in need of medical attention. Before that, I'm Gold Grade and this is my assistant Miss-"

"Wait, a nurse who now?"

"Miss Cady?"

"Oh."

"Hi! I'm Sparkling Light, I'm also-"

"Very excitable"

These two are made for each other, just fucking adorable but y' know it would be great to know If I have magic aids or something.

Gold Grade reached down and picked up the clipboard, he clicked his tongue. He gestured to Sparkling light and then the paper while whispering a few subtle words. He turned to me with a blank expression, I started preparing myself for the it's positve line.

"We gotta toughy here If I'm being straight with you mister. We can probe you a bit with our healing magic to see if it messes with your medication. If all goes well your major injuries should be healed, but smaller things will have to wait till we've treated the majority's major wounds."

What if it goes bad? It's only a probe so hopefully it won't make me explode or something right?

"Yepper roony, we'll get you all patched up!"

"Oh, ok. I thought it was going to be worse."

"We might as well start, I'm going to lean your bed back, okay?"

"Yeah sure go ahead."

I leaned back and closed my eyes and just decided to focus on my breathing. It was subtle at first, the feeling of probing against my ribs. Like someone was poking my side, it continued though. Then a small amount of pain with four small cracks following soon after, my fuckin' ribs!

"Sorry."

The rest of the treatment was a blur, the gnashes on my right shoulder and the nerves in my hand were treated as well. I just stared at the ceiling the whole time, once they were done treating me they continued over to Rocky's bed.

I sat up in the bed and realized my condition was significantly better, but it felt like I was fragile. Must just be a confidence thing. I turned over to the bedside table and looked at the ring box. I chuckled, feeling relieved made me a bit giddy.

"Guess I didn't need to use you after all."

A sudden gasp followed by the sounds of screaming grabbed my attention.

I turned over to see something I wish I hadn't. The stallion and mare from earlier were panicking, I turned to see what was happening.

It was Rocky.

He was having an episode, one that was beyond anything that has happened before. Shots of lighting and fire came from the colt as I rolled off my bed onto the floor to avoid debris. The stallion, Golden Grade, was incapacitated and the mare he was with was losing her composure. I can't blame her, I don't know why I'm not losing mine.

"Hey FUCKNUTS get the patients outta here!"

Okay, maybe I lost my composure.

She kept staring and whimpering at Golden Grade, I crawled over to her making sure to avoid the storm of magic that was developing in the room.

"HEY!"

She wouldn't look at me. I tapped her side to get her attention.

"Hey! Look here, ponies are gonna die if you don't help them get out of here. Your partner is fine, he's still breathing, look."

She managed to get herself together once she made Golden Grade was fine, I told her to carry golden to the exit and to get as many patients out of the room as possible.

"I'll deal with Rocky."

I looked down at the ring box and took out the ring.

I'm going to regret this so much tomorrow.

I slipped the ring on to my middle finger. Nothing happened.

"Well, honestly I thought something crazy was going to happe-"

I felt the blood in my veins freeze, then I blinked. I looked down to see my body made of shadows, I felt like I could be blown away by a slight wind. I blinked again and the environment around me had changed to that of the inside of a cathedral by an alter. Around the altar of the cathedral were ponies, many of them wounded or sick.

In the aisles of the cathedral were ponies, most of them were earth ponies. Their robes were significantly worn many of them being torn in some places. While I was observing the cathedral I felt odd, like I wasn't thinking straight. Wasn't I doing something before? It was important I'm sur-

My thinking was interrupted by a loud bang. The large iron-studded doors at the end of the aisle had been thrown open to reveal a large shadow with heavy rain pouring down behind it. The shadow removed its hood to reveal a dark black unicorn.

A stallion from the looks of it, a tall one too.

His characteristics were definitely one of kind, the kind of figure you wouldn't lose in-crowd. He possessed a tall stature, and his dark black mane and beard were reminiscent of a lion. His regal figure was adorned with a long gold-embroidered robe but the most distinguishable feature of the stallion was his piercing red eyes and commanding presence.

As he walked through the church silence swept through the aisles, the only thing to be heard was the sounds of breathing or the occasional rustling of robes. The wounded ponies gathered at the front of the church were silent but if their shaking frames were anything to go by they were terrified.

Once he was close he cast something, and I felt it. I felt the movement he did, his thought process, what he knew about what he was casting. It was something unexplainable, I was him but for only a moment. He was healing the wounded ponies, I don't know why.

Things became weird from there, my vision started waning and the environment around me fell apart. What happened? Where am I? Oh, shit, Rocky's going batshit crazy, that's right!

I blinked and I was back in the hospital room with green wisps of magic flowing from hands. During what had happened I had closed in on Rocky. The poor kid was laying on his back, arcs of electricity jolting from his horn on occasion.

"Rocky?"

There was no response.

"Hey Rocky, buddy."

Still no response. D-did I kill him?

My hand was covered in what looked like a green layer of light with wisps of green energy that looked like embers from a fire. I put my hand on his back, I knew this, I've had this feeling before. That vision, I knew what to do.

I put both my hands on his back and I cast magic, just like that figure did in the vision. Pale green light flooded from my hands onto Rocky's back. It felt weird, like having a second pair of lungs that constantly breathed in and out magic. I sat like that for what felt like an eternity.

Whatever happened to Rocky was hopefully fixed.

"Hey bud, Rocky?"

I shook him a bit.

"Hmmm."

Oh, thank god.

If it wasn't for that vision Rocky would probably be dead. That figure, I was only him for a second but I got his name.

Lord Paleblood. Where have I heard that name before?

Author's Note

I did the proofreading at 11 pm so if you see a lot of errors that's why.

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