Thud, crunch, thwack. Thud, crunch, thwack. Thud, crunch, thwack. And yet another hole was dug by the snow-white pony.

"Finally," Rosie thought, "another grave complete. Just got to pour these ashes into it." Rosie, the Cutie Mark Ripper, took the bucket filled with bone ash and poured the white dust into the earthy pit, whispering, "Time of death: 9:28 P.M." then she took her shovel and covered the ash with dirt, letting the worms take care of the rest.

After refilling the hole, Rosie sighed and looked at the other filled holes she did that evening: the older 7 and the newest 3. 11 graves in total.

"11..." Rosie thought, "11 ponies dead to my hoof."

It’s been 6 months after the Luster Dawn incident, and Rosie had been hard at work. She never did multiple preys at once and she was scared to, but oh how worth it was! Listening to the screams of terror and lost hope was strangely endearing, watching as the earth pony and pegasus saw their comrade die in front of them, the sheer terror of them was enough to make Rosie laugh like one of those super villains. But that was several hours ago, the cuts of meat within her hidden freezer, and the screams were but a distant memory now, the ghost of the ponies watching her as she worked. She felt alone, yet not alone.

But she felt powerful.

Rosie could feel the magic course through her veins, as the wings on her back had grown larger than the standard pegasus and her height grows ever so slightly from any Chanterlot pony she has seen. She was a true alicorn now through bloodshed, and she finally felt phase two could finally begin. No more planning, action must be taken. And she knew exactly who to recruit.

Author's Note

Here we go again!