The Unicorn
Our story is about a unicorn that only wanted to make friends and protect them. He was an unassuming unicorn nothing about him stood out that much other than his cutie mark of a black hole. He got asked questions about his cutie mark all the time, but in truth he was never sure what it was for himself. He had earned one day when he stood between a corrupt guard pony and an innocent mother trying to feed her foals. The guard was a unicorn himself and tried to use his offensive magic against Draconiuos. Draconiuos, our brave unicorn, stood stalwartly as the heat from the guard pony’s fire spell engulfed him. He felt his coat begin to singe and then burn. His skin began to heat up and it felt like the spell would boil him where he stood, but he held his ground. In defiance he searched for some way to counter the spell or to at last be able to stand afterwards. He wasn’t trained in war spells or how to counter them. He did the only thing he could think of; he tried to use himself as a conduit to siphon it off to some other place. His skin felt like it was about to melt off of him, and he cried out in pain. The guard grinned at him with menace in his eyes. The guard pony began to walk towards his originally victims as he made sure to maintain the spell enough to finish his work on Draconiuos.
Draconiuos watched as the guard pony strode past him confidently intending to have his way with the poor mare. Draconiuos couldn’t stand it his body wanted to give out in pain, but his will wouldn’t let him. He put everything into the spell, it was something he had been tinkering with to start with, but now it had to work. He dug deep it was hard to concentrate as he felt his body being burned to ash, but if not for himself for the poor mare and her children. He first found a spell to numb his whole body, so now he felt nothing. Then with all his magical power he could gather in the time he had left, he funneled it into the spell. At first it seemed nothing would happen. The guard caught off guard by the sudden burst of magic sneered at him as it looked like it had been for naught.
Then suddenly Draconiuos felt the magic take hold. He could feel the other said take hold, but it felt different. In his tinkering Draconiuos had managed to send magic to another spot in his room, but this was different. He was trying to move somepony else’s magic to some place where it would be harmless. The other end of the spell felt as if it had an endless hunger for the guard’s magic, but it seemed to feed power to Draconiuos. Quickly the flames died down and the guard looked at Draconiuos in awe. Then when Draconiuos took a step towards the guard he came out of his shock. The guard renewed his attack. This time he put all his power behind it.
Draconiuos saw the flames died and as soon as he were sure they were out he took a step towards the guard, but something felt off. His spell seemed to be feeding off of him when there was no hostile magic to draw from. That alone made this spell dangerous to use, but he had no choice. He could barely walk as he was now, and if the guard managed to engulf him in flames again he would die. He couldn’t let that happen until he was sure the mare was safe. He charged the guard pony not sure what else to do. He was use to wrestling with his earth pony cousins, so he figured he might have a chance against a unicorn guard in a brawl. He watched as the unicorn snapped back to reality and attempted to use his magic. Draconiuos smiled and let out a howl of victory. He knew that with this renewed magic attack it would give him the magic he would need to stay on his feet. The guards spell hit him full force but was siphoned off to wherever the magic was going.
The guard realized too late that he was in trouble, his magic was having no effect and he had nowhere to run. The guard no regretted not paying attention during his close combats training. He figured he was powerful enough as a unicorn he would never need to use it. Then Draconiuos was on him.
Draconiuos let another victory cry out as he slammed into the unicorn. He saw the look of desperation on the guard’s face. He felt his horn slam into the guard’s face as they collided. Draconiuos looked down at the guard and he saw half his face was missing. The guard looked at Draconiuos in defiance and tried to use another spell. This time Draconiuos didn’t give him the chance. He beat him in the face with his hooves, and didn’t stop until the guard stopped moving. When he looked down the guard’s face was half torn off and the rest was bruised and bleeding, though the guard was still breathing. Draconiuos felt he had no choice but to kill this evil hearted pony. No one would believe him if he tried to tell them what happened here, and he was sure the guard would at best have him arrested. Then he would be tried for crimes he didn’t commit and the poor mare would still be at his mercy later. He brought his hooves up to finish the guard off, and he had to now because the spell was starting to drain his magic again. His hooves were coming down as he felt something knock him to the side and he heard a booming force ordering him to stop. He felt that the connection his spell had made had been severed, and above him Princess Luna hovered.
Author's Note
This was a speed writing of mine done in narrative format. As of right now there are no plans to write anymore on this, but I might revisit it. Please share any criticisms you have. It didn't have anyone preread it, because part of the speed writing process for me is to see how well I can write as while as how much I can get done.
