Banishment

Lights swirled in front of her, the world itself seeming to bend under a magical weight. She raised her horn in an act of defiance, the power welling inside of her, fueled by her very emotions. She somehow doubted, deep down, that she could truly fight it... but the euphoria, the feeling of relief of finally staring her sister down and saying no, it could not be described.

With a wicked laugh, her mental break hitting a crescendo of pure denial, finally facing the reality... Her sister would do anything for her kingdom. The one they made, she would choose it.

The beam came, and her's pushed out to defy it. She knew there was no resisting it, but she knew she had to try. With every surge, every ounce of her power, she pushed, but it pushed back harder.

For a moment, the magic touched her's. A feeling, almost like a million beating hearts; like all the minds swirling together in the dream-realm, it washed over her. A will that stood beyond her's, beyond her sister's, beyond reality itself pressed against her mind.

'You're neither wanted or needed here anymore, if you are not happy with your position, then begone.'

Her breath hitched, and in one slow moment, she felt herself waver. A fear pricking deep in her heart. The look on her sister's face every day, the look on the ponies around her when she emerged.

It was just a flicker- a small twinge of pain in her heart.

And that's all it needed. All it needed to get in.

Pressing against the smallest gap in her magic like a chisel into a crack, it pushed violently against her. 6 swirls of colours wrapping around her own and forcing it away, as if she was never meant to be.

It forced through, burning away her magic like morning dew evaporating in the sun, and went for her.

The feeling was indescribable.

It was bliss.

It was love.

It was pain.

It was regret.

It was agony.

It was purpose.

And then, she was pulled.

Her consciousness returned to her, as she felt her body slam against rock and stone, her breath caught out as if it had been violently wrenched from her.

Her eyes snapped open- for a blinding pain to come over them. She reacted in a similar snap, her horn igniting in an instinctual blaze to protect herself, but the moment she did, her fate was sealed forever.

A magic pulled, tugged on her's as it shoved her down again, as if it was waiting for this moment. This vulnerability, where a former wielder could be grasped from the thing they both shared- Magic. She felt her hooves plant themselves against the ground, trying to fight it, but as her vision came to her again, all she could see was the colour drain from her body.

Her horn, ignited a blazing blue, was being forced into the soil as the icy colour bled into it. Her mane whipped and tugged as the latent magic in it was forced downwards. The ground itself painted an inky black as her very soul felt squeezed for what it had to give.

Some part of her felt it- the constant stream of magic being wrenched from her body letting her feel it out as it was forced across the dust under her. It went so, so far, painting itself across the surface in the twisted image of her own body. Like a sick joke, graffiti of her own pain, her own desire to be seen.

A few tears almost tried to force themselves out, as every bit of her body felt pushed to its limits.

It felt almost as if her body itself had begun to shrink- the inky blackness pouring into the soil itself tugging and pulling at her skin until a blue returned.

And as the blue returned, the stars were wrought from her mane, dragged into the soil with the rest.

And as quick as it came, the feeling left. She had nothing left to give. Nothing left to take.

Much less after her sister took so much.

She pulled back, trying to escape whatever trap this was- only for her body to immediately begin to seize. Whatever breath her spell had allowed her wrenched from her body again as she felt her entire form buckle, an icy cold forcing its way in.

Her body instinctively tried to curl- to hide itself from the cold, fighting against every instinct to run and somehow escape... but it would be for naught.

At least, until she put her back into it.

The tears that welled in her eyes escaped with two violent thrashes of her body- the first, a desperate throw, to any chance of escape, the second, the curl she so desperately wanted- crystallizing themselves in two pairs, beautiful stars that drifted away from her, as she felt every muscle, every bone, every ounce of blood...

Finally stop.

It was like her body was filled with little scaffolds- no, sticks of rebar through concrete. Pillars of ice that in one moment flushed her body with pain, before her nerves too froze over as the ice engulfed them, bringing only more stabbing pains as they travelled upwards towards her brain.

In a twist of fate; it was as if that would be her only sanctuary. The only thing it deemed important to save, as the ice fought and clawed at it- but none were allowed in.

On the moon, there would be a statue. Left lazily toppled on its side, frozen in place. Eyes stuck open with ice caking its surface, like a film of plastic to preserve leftovers.

A fire burned inside, but despite it all, it was cold.

There was no escape.

There never would be.