There is Magic in the Air!
‘Twas a dark, yet warm, night in the streets of Ponyville. The moon alight and full, the stars in multitude did twinkle bright, and the town square was loud with the sound of laughter and screams. Games were played, prizes won, sweets and candy aplenty for foal and parent alike. The little pirate Pip, though, saw something catch the corner of his eye. a shadow here, a wisp of wandering smoke there. Shuffling down the dark alleys. Something was coming, he could tell.
‘Hey, guys look!’ one reveller squealed. A shout rose up, ‘She’s here! HUZZAAH!’
The crowd followed the callers hoof to the bright night sky, a chariot they saw. Like an ebony Apollo, cutting through the crisp night breeze. The cheer that rose warmed the black alicorn’s heart, as she leapt from the vehicle, shrouded in her robes. Like a small meteor, she struck the dirt, and stood tall at the base of the fountain
In the distance a cricket played his leggy fiddle, and a tumbleweed bounced across the nearest crossroads. Silence and fear hung heavy in the air, like a charged rod, waiting to arc. The mare ‘afore them shrugged of the canvas cloak and shuffled in her teal platemail. A Nightmare reborn, magenta slitted eyes and fangs like a manticore.
Then behind the crowd, on the far side of the square there there came an impact that shook the ground, the cobbles shattering to stony dust under armoured mass, the crowd spun to see another.
Another Nightmare.
‘Haaaahahahahahahahahahaaa! BWAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! HeehehehehehHAA!’ Lances of hot blue power split the cold air above, as the twin dark queens cackled. Taking advantage of the shock, they drove the helplessness of the poor populaces’ plight home.
Behind the first ebon empress, past the fountain on the empty corner behind, a shadow grew. Twisting and churning, wisps of smoke darker than the bleakest terror and colder than a windigo’s hear, coiled into a sphere, and as suddenly as they had formed, they blew off at the merest breeze.
The wake of their passing, however, a stage was set, amps and all.
The second of the Nightmare’s teal eyes narrowed, and she leapt from her stance. From behind the gathered throng of puny ponies, on lithe legs that belied their grace, she landed upon the rostrum with nary a sound, as the first to arrive spun about without a word and simply stepped on the stage, such was her height. She reared back and called, ‘MINIONS! Hither forth! Let us sing of their end!’
The crowd looked around, there were no minions. Were they hiding? Where? Little Pip, knew. He had seen this coming. Out of the darkened alleys, like shadowy sepulchers each, came ponies six. The first clad in leather aprons, with wicked blades about her gauntlets and a long straight crimson mane, came with a pair of bones for sticks, and sat at the ivory throne behind a gruesome set of skins stretched over rings of bone and sinew. A pair, pegasi both and clad in the flightgear of the Shadowbolts of old with bladed wingtips and iron shod hooves, flew out and took their place upon the stage, and stood stock still. The next, in the heaviest sheet steel plate, with a steel stetson helm, came wielding a greataxe, and on her back a war axe and a twin hafted beast of a blade. From this walking tank of musical mayhem, the Shadowbolts retrieved their chosen arms, the sleek mare with the graduating blue mane and tail took the war axe and weighed it in her hooves before taking her place proper, powering the blade with the cables nearby, but the smaller winged warrior hefted the beastly bass, and prepared to rock. The fifth to come was a Lady, a countess of the new court to be, as white as snow, with a coiffoured mane of deepest amethyst, in lace and gown she raised her instrument, also a guitar, but to her neck and rested it there. She took out a bow of brass strands, and in a flash of cyan, charged it her power. Prepared, she grinned, showing her bloodied fangs.
Finally, the last strode up to the stage under a heavy robe of midnight blue. As she made the last step to the microphone she threw back her head, and revealed to the silent mass the saviour of Equestria. Once the leader of the Elements of Harmony, who now stood behind her under the dark thrall of the Moon queen, her pink highlight was replaced with a teal streak matching her mistress’ livery, and upon her brow sat gold tiara. Only one pony wore that, and she who bore the title of the Day Mother was not here this night...
A blast wave of pure sound flooded the deathly crowd and bore down on them like a screeching hundred ton train of noise.
(For tune and timing, [youtube=http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=GB#/watch?v=dtPs1QrMI1I])
Slowly, the warriors played at first, and the Lady drew her bow upon the strings. The torturer stuck her gruesome menagerie, and lay down a thick and heavy beat. After a particularly discordant shriek, the tempo rose, and a riff from the armoured warrior Applejack howled out. All eight voices upon the stage chorused
Masquerade, masquerade,
Grab your mask and don't be late.
Get out now! Well disguised,
Heat and fever in the air tonight
Another riff, this time from Rarity
Meet the others at the store,
Knock on other pony's door!
Trick or treat they have the choice,
little ghost's are makin' lots a'noise.
But watch out . .
beware -
listen . . .
take care!
Fluttershy tried her hand, soloing that beast of a bass,
In the streets on Nightmare Niiiight,
There's something going on,
No way to escape the power unknown.
In the streets on Nightmare Niiight,
The spirits will arise!
Make your choice, it's the Moon or paradiii-iiiii-iiiiiise!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Night!
Pinkamiona the mad mare let forth a tirade on the skins before her
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Night!..Ohhh!...tonight!
After the instrumental fill, Rainbow now took the chance to steal AJ’s thunder, riffed away
Someone's sitting in a field,
Never giving yield.
Sitting there with gleaming eyes,
Waiting for big pumpkin to ariiiiise!
Rarity drew another howl from her instrument
Bad luck if you get a stone,
Like the good oId Colty Brown.
You think Linus could be right,
The foals will say it's just a stupid liiiee!
Sparks crackled and she grinned a savage smile
But watch out...
beware -
listen...
take caaaaare!
In the streets on Nightmare Niiight,
There's something going on,
No way to escape the power unknown!
In the streets on Nightmare Niiight,
The spirits will arise.
Make your choice, it's the Moon or paradiii-iiiii-iiiiiise!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Night!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Night!..Ohhh!...tonight!
Together knight and the Bolt strummed, and Twilight whispered,
Listen now-
The dark horde behind sang out
(we are calling you...)
Listen now- (we are calling you...)
Listen now- (we are calling you...)
Listen now-Toniiight! (we are calling you...)
And together they reveled
Yeaaah! Oohhh!
And there's magic in the air!
Magic in the air!
Magic in the aaaiiir!
The three guitarists took turns with their screaming steel, AJ took the heavy staccato rhythms, Rainbow the climbing pitches and Rarity the howling highs
Magic in the aaaaiiir! Ahhhh Oh! On Nightmare Night!
The bass drum pounded and Rarity fiddled fast
Black is the night full of fright,
You'll be missing the daaayy!
What will be here very soon,
Changing your waaay!
A knock at your door,
Is it real or is it a dreeaaam!?
On trembling legs you open the door,
Silence
And you screeeaam...
…on Nightmare Night!
On Nightmare Niiiiiiiiiiiiight!
Rarity played in steady hymnal tones, as though a choir was chanting
Rainbow hefted her axe up as she fell to her knees and let rip.
Applejack too fell played like a pony possessed and her hooves blurred into motion.
Together they played a noise like the wail of a banshee or the howl of a thousand denizens of tartarus.
Twilight and the Dark Mistress’s horns flashed, and out of a ring of blue fire and black flame strode a drake, his spines tall and proud, armoured in shining silver, with a flowing ruby cape, his scales sheened and his eyes bright almost to the point of luminescence. He hefted a sword, reversed in a dagger grip, almost like a sceptre and held the pommel to his face.
Darkness.
Where am I now?
Is there anypony out there?
What has happened?
Am I in heaven?
Or is this the Moon!?
I can see a light comin',
It's comin' nearer,
It's shining,
It's shines so bright,
It's shines on meeeee! Yeeeaah!
He flipped the weapon to his left hand, and cradled the blade under his right claws and played on the razor thin strings a riff like the last oath of a hero, ready to face the End itself.
The mares replied, and a of strings and steel, as the axes clashed was as sound of such fury to hear.
Spike faced the evil and sang, as the dark drummer hammered a fierce war beat,
I am the one, doom's in our hands,
He hefted the blade-o-phone
Now make your choice,
redeemed or enslaved!
The queens did shriek:
We'll show you passion and glory!
Spike whispered, and shook his head:
She is the snake.
We'll give you power in abundance!
They continued.
Still, Spike would not give
She's the corrupter of ponykind.
He cried for Faust to aid his quest
Save me from the evil ones!
Give me strength to carry on!
I will fight for all ponykind's
deliverance and peeeaace of miiiiind!
And lo, they battled with fire and fury and sound and song, the likes of which the stage has rarely seen,
The mares’ howling forced him back, and they did not relent
He rallied, and the howling continues, as they grapple and wrestle for the ownership of the amps
But watch out...
The crowd are cheering now, loud for Sir Spike to triumph over the darkness,
bewaaaare -
listen...
take caaaaaaare!
All nine on stage join in song
In the streets on Nightmare Niiight,
There's something going on,
No way to escape the power unknown.
In the streets on Nightmare Niiight,
The spirits will arise.
On stage another alicorn, a unicorn stallion, a few pegasi some in similar flighsuits, a cluster of earth ponies and the six crests of Harmony hover around spike as spectral creatures of roiling flame.
Make your choice, it's the Moon or paradiii-iiiii-iiiiiise!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Niight!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Niight!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Niight!
Aaaah! - it's Nightmare Night.
Ooooh, yeeaaah!, It's Nightmare Night!
Yeeaaah!, It's Nightmare Night!
Yeeaaah!, It's Nightmare Night!
Yeeeaaaah!, it's Nightmaaare Niiight!...tonight!
The music stopped, but the roar continued.
For what seemed as hours, but were just minutes: Applause.
Cheers, cries, whistles, even a ‘Marry me Spike!’ or two, and through it all the thunderous roar of hoof on the well worn stone.
-CRACK- A arc of free electricity snapped across the street.
Silence.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEheheheheheheheeheee’ the Black Queens doubled over in laughter, soon followed by the other six dark soldierettes and Lone Warrior. One of the massive Midnight Monsters managed to hobble to the other, and prodded her right in the chest. “And here We thought We were good!”.
The guffawing did continue.
The observant will have noticed 'incomplete' status, I plan the ;preparation' to come. There may be other fitting song fics, but they will go up as separate stories, and separate events. Unless there is a concert, or musical or something, you know, the sort of nonsense that would require hours of studying tracks till my ears bled.
