(No POV)
The Sorcerer's eyes flickered from brown to icy blue, a manifestation of the power coursing through him as he tormented the wooden wolf monster with his illusions. The illusions attacked relentlessly, shattering and confusing the creature, leaving it unsure of which one was real.

With a swift and fluid motion, the Sorcerer unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on the bewildered wolf. Despite the onslaught, the wooden creature managed to escape, running off into the depths of the forest. A satisfied smile played on the Sorcerer's lips as his eyes returned to their natural brown hue.

However, the moment of triumph was short-lived. A sharp pain stabbed through the Sorcerer's chest, causing him to stumble forward.

(Sorcerer POV)
The pain radiated through me like a relentless tide, threatening to overwhelm my senses. With each labored breath, I struggled to stay upright, leaning heavily on my cane for support. The world around me blurred as I fought to focus through the agony.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, I forced myself to examine the source of my torment. My trembling hands lifted the edge of my shirt, revealing a single dark vein snaking its way across my stomach. Dread settled like a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach as realization dawned upon me.

In the original story of the Half-Dead Sorcerer, his body slowly decayed over time, a grim consequence of his powerful magic. Each time he wielded his abilities, the decay would spread further, consuming him from within. And now, as I stood here in Equestria, embodying that very character, I too was subject to the same fate.

A wave of panic washed over me as I calculated the implications. If the original Half-Dead Sorcerer had decayed by 40% after 200 years, then... I hastily ran the numbers through my mind, the reality of my situation sinking in with each passing moment. Time was not on my side, and if I didn't find a solution soon, I would meet the same fate as my fictional counterpart.

“Fuck. Me. There’s gotta be a way out of this.” I said, as the pain increased. Did the Sorcerer feel pain like this when he was decaying?

With a grim determination, I straightened my posture, pushing through the pain that threatened to consume me. I needed to find answers, to uncover the secrets of this world and discover a way to stave off the decay that gnawed at my very being. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I refused to let fear or despair hold me back.

As I took my first shaky steps forward, a renewed sense of purpose burned within me. I may have been thrust into this world as the Half-Dead Sorcerer, but I would forge my own path, defying fate itself in my quest for survival.

My heart raced as I clutched my stomach, the dark vein serving as a grim reminder of the decay that threatened to consume me. Panic and desperation surged within me, but then, a glimmer of hope sparked in the recesses of my mind. The tales of Equestrian magic and its unique ability to counteract the Sorcerer’s decay flooded my thoughts.

I remembered reading about how the magical essence that is Equestrian magic could not only hold off the decay but also reverse its effects over time. A surge of optimism replaced the initial fear, and I cast my gaze around the enchanting forest. The very environment I found myself in was likely saturated with Equestrian magic.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused on tapping into the magic surrounding me. I could feel its gentle currents, a soothing balm against the rot that threatened to spread. As I channeled the magic, the pain in my chest lessened, and the dark vein slowly began to recede.

A sense of relief washed over me as I opened my eyes, realizing that Equestrian magic was indeed my ally in this predicament. Determination filled me as I made a silent vow to explore this land further, to understand its magic and harness it to stave off the decay that haunted me.

With newfound purpose, I straightened myself, leaning on the cane for support. The forest beckoned me to delve deeper, and I welcomed the adventure that lay ahead, armed not only with the powers of the Half-Dead Sorcerer but also with the hope that Equestrian magic could be the key to my salvation.

Maybe being the Half-Dead Sorcerer for the rest of my natural life wasn’t such a bad thing at all.

“Ohh, this will be fun…”
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(Celestia's POV)

The battle against Discord had left the sky over Equestria clear and calm. Luna and I soared through the air, feeling the satisfying peace that followed the restoration of harmony. However, our contentment was short-lived as an unexpected surge of powerful magic emanated from the Everfree Forest.

Luna and I exchanged a concerned glance before wordlessly deciding to investigate. We angled our wings, veering towards the source of the magical disturbance. As we approached the forest, the air grew thick with an otherworldly energy that set our senses on edge.

We descended gracefully, landing on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest. The foliage seemed to part as if acknowledging our presence, revealing a peculiar creature standing on two legs. It wore a suit, a top hat, and carried a cane, an odd sight against the backdrop of the enchanted forest.

Luna stepped forward, her regal voice cutting through the stillness. "Who goes there? Identify yourself."

The creature turned its head ever so slightly, locking its brown eyes onto us. It stood there, an enigma in the clearing, silent and unmoving. Luna and I exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what to make of this mysterious being.

(Luna's POV)

The creature's appearance was unlike anything we had encountered in Equestria before. Its stance, the strange suit, and the piercing brown eyes all hinted at a creature not native to our lands. Luna felt a sense of curiosity mixed with caution.

"State your purpose," Luna called out again, her voice echoing through the stillness of the forest. The creature remained silent, its eyes never leaving us. Luna took a step closer, her gaze narrowing as she tried to discern more details about this unusual being.

As we waited for a response, a strange feeling crept over me. It was as if the very air around us held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. Celestia and I exchanged a knowing look, ready for whatever revelations this encounter might bring.

Author's Note

Hello! Hope this part was good! This first part takes place 2000 years before the show’s set date, just after the two sisters used the Elements of Harmony on Discord. Should the Sorcerer get zapped and turned to stone, and be freed when all the Discord stuff goes down?