Macro/Micro Flash Fic Collection Vol 2

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The unicorn had a dark blue coat, almost black, and a mane of silver. His name was Invoke and he was a great mage with dreams beyond those of other simple ponies. He was smart and talented, why couldn't others see the blatant truths of the universe the way he did? All other ponies were dumb. That was the only explanation. He was born destined for greatness, but frustratingly few other ponies listened to his wisdom.

It was an infuriating paradox. The rest of the world was too stupid to take care of itself, but also too stupid to willingly make him their leader. He would have to take power by force. Once he was in control the world would quickly become a utopia. However, how would he get himself into a position of authority without an army? He needed followers and a lot of them. So where?

Naturally, he turned to his greatest skill for an answer: magic. Invoke was divided between mind control and summoning. Mind control would be more subtle, but there was a limit to how many bodies he could take over. Summoning was much easier, but it seemed he could only bring forth so many.

Until he stumbled across a secret branch of summoning: mass calling. Spells specifically designed to materialize MANY creatures from the beyond, though their individual power was expected to be much more limited.

That was fine. From what Invoke had studied of history, pure numbers were usually the deciding factor in a battle. Skill was nice, but with enough bodies even the strongest warriors could be buried. So the unicorn mage threw himself into his studies, trying to learn the greatest of the mass calling spells. A single magical release said to summon an entire army!

It took months of practice and training, even for a gifted genius like himself. However, he soon knew that he was ready. His time to rule was now.

Invoke gazed upon an open field a short march from the capital. It was here he would summon his army then use it to storm the ancient city and seize power. He took a deep breathe to calm his nerves. Then he focused, channeling every ounce of his power into a single spell. Then with all his might he called out to his army. He ordered them to appear before him ready for battle!

With a mighty boom and a flash of light like the birth of a new star they appeared. Thousands of bodies standing side-by-side in columns and groups. An army fully equipped for a brutal campaign. Earth pony warriors with broad chests and heavy armor. Pegasi scouts decorated in light leathers. Unicorn artillery casters with amulet enhancements. It was a magnificent army.

Invoke stared with a mix of awe, horror, and exhaustion. His unstoppable force... was all of three inches tall. Each mighty soldier would have fit in a hoof. Oh they certainly would have been an intimidating force if they weren't all the size of newborn puppies. Invoke feared he had greatly underestimated the warnings in his spellbook of how much weaker the individual creatures of his great summoning would be. What was he supposed to do with this?

If he was lucky the world would laugh at him rather than put him on trial for treason. Though he honestly might prefer a trial to this humiliation...