“What do you mean Uh-Oh?” Spike asked as he was putting out the fire. His throat hurting profusely, but he suppose thats something that happened when he suddenly belched out flames. Applejack was reaching over pulling the blanket off when they finally went out,

“I mean Uh—Oh! I mean you just performed a fires spell with your mouth, thats fricken crazy.” Applejack wasn’t sure what was happening, she knew that Spike wasn’t a warlock. Hell she even tested him when they first started dating and he didn’t have any magic in his system. So how was he able to do this? It really puzzled the witch,

“Well I don’t know! I’ve never done that before… I mean its cool, but fuck it hurts.” He rubbed his neck for a second.

“Yeah, Hun it hurts. Though thats a low level spell and throwing it from your mouth, thats dangerous, what were you even thinking before that happened?”

“I mean, I kinda thought of you and Twilight fucking in bed while I was watching and imagined it was kind of Hot…” Applejack gave him a dirty look,

“Really after all this that came into your mind?” Spike couldn’t help but blush and feel embarrassing while scratching his head.

“I’m a guy these things happen sometimes, but still what the heck happened?”

“Spike If I knew I’d tell you. I think I’ll have to talk to the Coven later,” Applejack knew that was going to be such a headache, as she knew what would happen when she talked to them. Celestia was going to freak out.

“Well, when you do let me know. I’ve got to get to work, I’ll skip picking something up and will just get Rarity to get me something later today.”

“Rarity?” Applejack said sounding slightly jealous, though Spike chuckled.

“She’s my assistant apparently, and it’s rather neat. I better get going before Celestia has a cow.”

“I’ll see you later, Is there anything you want for dinner?” Applejack asked as she imagined she would have to make it up to him… She owed him that at the very least.”

“Suprise me, maybe whip me up something magical.” Spike joked as he started popping his neck and she sighed in annoyance realizing she was going to regret him knowing, as he might go on a pun spree, and watched him get dress heading off to work. She got up and grabbed herself a shower, she smelled rather musky after they made up.

“I swear, what am I going to do with that loveable goof.” She let out a sigh as she didn’t know how anything else could get worst.

In another part of the world, where the moon was raising, full and milk white, ran a woman. She was an elegant woman, who moved down swift as she dodged passed the tree’s her cape swaying with the wind.

The woman was beautiful long flowing white hair like the freshly dropped snow, legs for days you could’ve imagined her as a magician assistant, the way she wore the leg stokins. Slightly small breast that seemed perky as they bounced with each step as she moved faster. Running on bare feet.

“Fuck what does this bastard want?” She turned her head watching the tree’s bending sideways, almost moving to the will of the dark figure moving in. Those glowing eyes on her. How long had it been since she ran into this bastard? She couldn’t remember it felt like she had been running from him for days— Maybe even weeks. It was hard to say, as she screamed,

“What the hell do you want!” She muttered as she turned around, a wand appearing from her hand as she waved it, the tree’s around her begining to rip themselves out of the ground and throwing themselves right at the stranger. Though the dark figure raised his hand causing the timber to splinter and fly pass him as though they were nothing.

“Shit!” She soon waved her want and started running her magic allowing the wind’s to push her forward much faster. Her legs felt like they were on fire. Though she didn’t have time to place a restoration spell on her, But how long could she go before she passed out. She barely remember when the last time she actually had a good night sleep. Ever since this— Man! This Warlock had found her he had been pursuing her none stop. She had though she lost him in Texas but that didn’t last long.

She kept moving dodging the tree’s. That was when she found herself standing over the side of a cliff, She looked down to what seemed like sixty feet between her and the water. As she took a deep breath. No way she could escape. That was when she thought about what would happen next. Would she die?

‘No She wouldn’t She was Trixie, the great, Trained by Starswirl himself! She would not fall to this Warlock! She survived much worst, and she would now bow to none!’ Her wand glowed brightly as she called down.

“I AM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE, AND YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT THIS NIGHT! Oh spirit of Darkness, now Is the time, bring us Justice for this crime! Oh spirit of Light now is the time, bring of Darkness in this time, Oh spirit of earth now is the time, bring us power in this time, of Spirit of Chaos now is the time, Bring us order to this madness.” The earth began shaking, the Darkness around her soon constricting going towards the stranger, Trixie was pulling every ounce of magic she had left. As she was preparing more, the light of the full moon glowing over her, She willed everything she had as she watched the tip of her wand glowing.

The stranger suddenly stopped as he was caught by the snare’s of the shadows. His balance seemingly began to falter with the earth bouncing. His face was still covered while Trixie kept chanting calling on the strongest Elements as she manipulated the laws of nature itself.

Her head sweating as she moved in and screamed out the final change.

“Spirit of Fire, now is the time! Bring us Justice for this night.” Soon fire flew from her wand, twisting and turning as it began taking form, turning from a Dragon, to a serpent, and then a phoenix. As it flew at the stranger. The fire consuming around him. Trixie started to smile imagining she won, as she fell down to her knee’s her magic finally spent, she pushed herself to her limit, day’s of running, lack of sleep and eating. So, a spell like this had finally pushed her over the edge. She imagined that she would take a nice long nap.

She laid there, taking long deep breath’s as she was allowing sleep to overwhelm her, she prepared for the dreamless slumber. That was when she felt a hand grab her from the neck. Her eyes shot opened, as her heart pounded faster. Her arms twisted trying to grab her want will it towards her though the dark stranger pulled it from her and snapped it like a twig.

“What… how? Who are you?” Trixie muttered barely holding on as it felt like the figure was squeezing her neck, strangling her.

“You can call me, Sombra, Sombra La fey, Now if you excuse me… I’m hungry.” She watched the charged figure who looked like he was dropped in a vat of Lava, open his mouth, as without warning she felt herself being ripped from her mouth, her soul, her magic— everything that made her, her was being ripped from her as she could almost seem the glow of light escape her mouth and entering into the other figures mouth. She wanted to scream. She tried kicking. Pushing doing what she could in order to survive. But there was nothing she could do. As soon enough she went limp, and her body swung.

Sombra, dropped Trixie down letting her body hit the ground. Though she wasn’t the beautiful woman she was before, but laying there was an old husk of a body ancient. As though she had aged a hundred years in less then a minute.
The man— Sombra stood there, his charred face slowly healing revealing a handsome man, with a scar over his right eye that looked milky white, gave a smirk as he cracked his neck and raised his hand. The feeling of power running through his body. He would have to examine her gifts for a later day. He would turn around and walk forth, as he headed off into the night. He had much to do, Slowly the Darkness would consume him.

Author's Note

Oh you trixie fans are gonna hate me, I expect it and I am sorry it sadens me that I killed her. forgive me.