The Cutie Mark Ripper: Conquest is Magic

The sun rises on a new day for Rosie Plague, as she gets out of bed after a long night of reading her secret collection of books and using her fun toys. Rosie takes her sheets off of her bed and puts them in the laundry shoot. It's been a week since she's cleaned them, they were in need of a wash anyway. Still very tried, Rosie looks up to see Ruby, sleeping. Rosie shrugged, it wasn't the first time Rub watched her during the fun hour, and Rosie didn't mind, though sometimes she wishes she can touch a ghost, then none of the ghosts would be safe from her tendencies. Rosie's fantasies aside, she walked over to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for the day and to wash her sins of the previous night, lust-driven or otherwise.

The steam of the hot shower relaxed the tenseness of the wing muscles on the snow-white pony, as the red water rushes off of the pony and into the drain, the blood from last night disappearing from view. Rosie stood there letting the waterfall rain on her, thinking. She could feel the sins of her actions crawl within her heart of hearts, the darkness crawling and clawing within her soul. Was this guilt? Was it regret taking those ponies' lives? No, it couldn't be, as all the greatest rulers have done what she did to gain power: Kill whoever stands in the way of you and the throne. And she knew exactly who stood in between her and the Throne of Equestria.

But she couldn't dwell on that now, as Rosie turned off the shower, dried off, and put on her robe, her mind started to race once more, this time on how to free her recruitments. Rosie knew she needs an army to start conquering Equestria, and what better way to have an army than to create one from the ground up, and she knew exactly what creature to use for that. But there was a problem with the other two. Rosie already had magic stealing, and she didn't need a child. Rosie sat in the living room, her husky sleeping in his bed. She looked to the framed items on the mantel: The stolen cutie marks, with Luster's at the top. The time and dates of each of their deaths on a golden plate on the bottom frame. Rosie signed and took a history book from the nearby shelf: Houyhnhnm's Guide to Magical Arcana, Rosie's go-to book when it comes to magical wears. She flips through the book and looks for the correct page.

"Aye!" Somepony shouts, frightening Rosie into closing the book. She looks over and sees one of the newly killed Pegasi, Crystal Aurora, "What's up doc?"

"You adjusted to being a ghost rather quickly." Rosie deadpans, going back into her book.

"Well I guess so but you might as well tell me whatcha don'."

"'Whatcha don'.' is very important work, that someone like you won't understand, as it requires the highest understandings of magic."

"Weeeeeeeeell... I'm not a great wizard or anything but looks like you are trying to find a spell that can break a stone spell."

"Congratulations, you can read."

"And correct me if I'm wrong, but there are only three major villains still trapped in stone somewhere. And, and this is a shot in the dark, but you plan to free those villains from their prison and use them as your lackeys."

Rosie simply looked back at Crystal, saying unamusingly, "How could you tell?"

"Wild guess."

"Well since you guessed correctly, I might as well say, yes, I am planning to free Chrysalis, but I don't think I have a plan for Cozy Glow or Tirek. I'll probably keep them as stone or kill them. We'll see what happens.”

“And by ‘we’ you mean you.”

“For one of my newest victims, you learn fast.”

“I’ll take that.” Crystal floated away from Rosie’s view.

“What a weird ghost of mine.” Rosie comments, going back to her book, reading and taking notes of the to do to reverse the spell.