Make a Wish

Lyra saw it all unfold. She saw it happen. She watched her spell lift the changeling into the air. Telekinesis, she realized. She hadn't even known what spell she was going to use until now. No... Wait. Not telekinesis. Now the changeling was an orange. A rotting orange, with holes in it, and a mouth.

"Change me back!" the orange cried.

Bewildered, Lyra tried to summon her magic back. When she did, it was the same as last time. The talking rotting orange was lifted. But it wasn't changed back. A little confused, the unicorn thought about what she could possibly be doing, before the orange was flung at the wall by her magic.

Roseluck shrieked. Lyra found herself feeling lightheaded. There was orange pulp running down the wall now. And that was when - the worst thing just had to happen - the orange was changed back. There were bloody guts running down the walls now, along with the changeling's body. It was literally a bloodbath all down the wall of the gala room. Roseluck fell over crying with fright, while Caramel stood upright, staring at the wall with his blue eyes wide. It was truly horrific. But it was over now. Wasn't it? The changeling was, without a doubt, dead. It had to be over.

A strange, foreign sense of pride came to Lyra. She'd killed a changeling, all by herself. With her own magic. Sure, it had turned into an orange first. But did it matter? It was dead, and the ponies were safe now. Then came that relief. Ahh.

The ponies were safe now.