Author's Note

This is my first story and I'm writing this for three things. One is to practice my story writing skills, I'll appreciate comments and suggestion on writing. Two is to get ideas out of my head. Three is because I'm bored. If you want more please like, so I know if people actually care. I only ask because I'm pretty lazy and I need incentive to work. Thanks for reading

Chapter 1: The Problem with Teleportation Magic

Ever since the beginning of man, the discovery of magic has been the most facisnating and captivating phenomenal to be witness. And since then, mankind's greatest ambition became apparent. As humans learn more and more of their world, rewards for their endeavours were found. The ability to control magic was the greatest treasure that human kind discovered. Throughout history, legendary mages were celebrated and magusologists were cremated in ink of textbooks.

But as man ambition grew, so did the realization of how powerful this craft was. Destructive spells, magical tools, and creativity made the art to be an all powerful force. Kingdoms rise and fall due to battles of magical prowess. Many ponder on how to break this vicious cycle of controlling power until an idea was formed. Thus the search of the spell that can disingrete mountain leveling spells, to shatter magical barriers like glass, and to render the most renown mages powerless. A spell that defies magic by breaking it, the Counter-Spell. Many generations of humans had devoted their lives of finding the spell of legends, but their trials has always been dead ends.

In modern day humanity, kingdoms around the world had reached peace treaties due to the modern military magic potential of castrophic consequences. The destruction of the Earth wasn't just a likely scenario, it was the fact that atomic spells can level the entire country. The explosion would result in a world shattering earthquake. Nothing short of rapture would happen if all the kingdoms' atomic spells were released. Despite concerns of extinction, the world is still a fight for power. The only reason why peace exist is due to a power stalement, a modern day cold war.

What the average person doesn't realize that their is an existence that can single handly destroy this fragile peace. His very existence has a power only thought to be legend. That person's name is Angel Reyes and he is the Spell Breaker.

"Get that little shit! He's going down Fremount street!" Rasp the man to his phone as he fans himself with his sweat drenched black suit.

"Need a physical description of the Spell Breaker, sir. It going to be hell trying to find him in that mob." A statically voice echo from the man's phone.

"I promise it's not going to be hard to find the Spell Breaker, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He an young Latino adult at height around 5'10". Look out for oversized dark blue jacket with a yellow X on the back." Gasp the man in breathes as sirens blared, civilians screaming, and the stomping of boots of other men in black rush to the scene.

"Any more description on his physical appearance. Also what can my men expect sir?"

The man in black looked down the street and began to sigh. The sounds of gun shots, magic, thumps, and groans of older men and women only discourage him on their chances on catching the Spell Breaker.

"Messy bun, long eyelashes, piercings on both nose and ears. Other than the hanging chain on his left ear, no other unique features can br noted. Also to your question on what to expec-" A body crashing right next the man cut off his train of thought. A low moan gave the indication that this fellow man in black was alive and in great pain.

"Ay, you babosos really don't learn anything do you!?" Yelled a smooth yet arrogant voice of a young male down the streets. The figure faced the sweat drenched man, standing in relax pose holding a silvery, metallic bat glowing a neon blue in a assortment of lines.

"And what to expect is a really annoying and slippery little shit." Gritted the man through his teeth. Hanging up, the man ready his hand gun in one hand and a shield spell in the other. A soft green glow radiate around the suited man, signifying the suit's physical enchatments are active. With a burst of speed, he began to rush the figure ahead and fire blue bullets of mana.

The boy only smirk as the bullets began to travel at him. With a flick of his right hand, a distortion almost akin to a glitch of lines that appears on corrupted footage phased into reality. It shortly disappear in less than a second, leaving no signs of the Spell Breaker. A tap of shoulders quickly brought the man to face backward, for only to have his head snap back forward courtesy of a mana charge swing of a bat. As he fell down, he expertly rolled himself back up and erected a shield. He wasn't a man in black for nothing.

"Ay estúpido, it seems like you have an appointment with Mr. You." Taunted the young man.

"What the fuck you talking about kid!?" The man raged as he fired his gun. The magic bullets only traveled a few inches until the two shots distorted out of reality due to use of the spell that gain him his title.

"What you don't remember Mr. You?! Here let me give you his full name in hopes to jog your memory." The kid flicked his hand again, resulting the sheild to dissipate in thin air. He rushed the suited man and swung back his bat wide.

"His full name is Fuck You!" The bat brighten up to an almost blinding level of blue and crashed into the man's right side. He flew a solid three yards from the hit until the he flop to the ground in a groan of pain.

"Also the name isn't kid, it's Angel Reyes puta!" He shouted.

Angel began to admire his work. All around him was heaps of men and women in black, groaning due to batter and assault induced agony. As he began to flick his hand to flash away, a rune began to glow underneath him.

A teleportation rune that was casted earlier by a woman in black in hopes to avoid blunt contributing trauma. And as memory serves him correct, when two teleportation spells interact with each other the results were usual very unpredictable and possibly deadly results. The first instance of this phenomenal was record in the early 1700s where a magusologist tested it on himself to see what would happen. It wasn't until 1969, when man went to the moon did they found his missing body. Usually no one is dumb enough to do a duo teleportation spell, but a lack of awareness and forgetting how sensitive teleportation runes are to mana can led to incidents such as these.

"Son of a bitch." Mutter the foolish Spell Breaker as the two spells were two quick for him to cancel. A flash of white light shone through the sky to only vanish as quickly it appeared. No signs of the young Angel Reyes was left at the scene.

After the whole Tirek and Starlight Glimmer fiasco, Twilight Sparkle's state of being can be simply describe as a hot mess. A fight against a power hungry centaur for all of Equestria can really tire out anypony, especially if you put a cult leader in the mix. Her only wish for the day was for a completely uneventful day. Twilight just wanted to lie down with a nice book and read the interaction of physics and magic. With book in hoof, she began reading magic effects on aerodynamic. But just like most things in life, you don't get what you want. Her cutiemark began to shine, signifying the cutie map requiring her aid once more.
"Oh horseapples!"