Eye of Magnus

by Art of Shadow

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Human, Sad, Adventure, Crossover
Length: 5744

A certain Showmare finds a way to channel power from the Eye of Magnus which results in unseen consequences.

There is a reason the Psijic order got the Dragonborn involved to stop Ancano from drawing power from the Eye of Magnus. Unfortunately a certain Showmare has yet to learn of any of it aside from it can greatly increase ones magic ability to match a God… Or a certain Twilight Sparkle.

Skyrim crossover.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-16 20:09:37 UTC

Chapter 1

..."Well Trixie, looks like my amulet is more powerful then yours." Twilight gloated.

"Th...This is impossible!" Trixie shouted, outraged that her plan had failed.

How Twilight Sparkle had found an artifact, yet alone one more powerful then the Alicorn Amulet she possessed was beyond her.

Fear overwhelming her she began to quickly backpedal and broke into a nervous sweat. 'Twilight Sparkle can overpower me now. She thought, as the shock hit her and she began to realize the repercussions of her actions.

"I refuse to allow this to happen!" Seeing the anger on the faces in the crowd around her and the violet unicorns confident grin Trixie realized she had been beaten. Never having been a graceful loser she began to channel magic through her horn for one final spell.

"Trixie will be back Twilight Sparkle, when that happens I The Great and Powerful Trixie will defeat you once and for all!" Trixie growled out through clenched teeth before vanishing in a blinding flash of light.

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With a brilliant light The Great and Powerful Trixie re-appeared in the remnants of her old encampment long forgotten to the rest of the world. 'After all not many ponies are foolish enough...' she thought '...Or strong enough.' she mentally corrected herself.

"How dare that pest attempt to show up somepony with as much prestige as myself!" Trixie shouted, her horn reacting to her anger and lit up with a blood red that seemed to radiate evil, whispering to those who gaze at it. Her magic began to flare up as she wildly lashed out at anything that was near.

"Trixie must find an even more powerful source of magic!" she screamed.

Lashing out her magic ripped entire trees from their roots and threw them around like a child throwing a tantrum with their toys. Breaking trees in half like twigs and shattering the wood into nothing.

Just as quick as her magic lashing out it suddenly stopped. Dark whispers began to plague her mind with a single intention.

A smirk slowly began to form across her face and laughter begins to echo throughout the ravaged clearing.

"This will work just fine."

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In the cold reaches of Skyrim in a large but humble manor over-viewing a sparkling blue lake the Dragonborn returns home from a extended journey with the Dawnguard. A tall imposing figure walks down a worn out hunting path with blood soaking his robes, face concealed by a mask of iron that seemed to be coated in a thin layer of still burning embers.

A young Nord of average height and sand like hair feeding livestock outside of the house paused his work hearing the approaching footsteps and turned to see the visitor.

"My lord! You have returned!" Agmaer shouted.

The figure said nothing for a moment settling to merely pause in its stride.

"A pleasure to see you again my friend." Those in the area could hear the mans happiness. "I trust you have kept everything in-tact during my absence."

"Of course, and anything I couldn't handle Pa's axe or the crossbow Isran gave me would be more then enough to get rid of any undesirables, after all I was trained by the Dawnguard." Agmaer smirked his amber eyes lighting up in humor "So how has the mighty Dragonborn been fairing against the bloodsuckers?"

The Dragonborn gave a booming laugh that echoed throughout the area "That depends on which bloodsuckers you're speaking of, the vampires? Or the whores?"

With a laugh Agmaer replied "Best not let your wife hear you joke like that, might not end well considering her recent mood-swings."

"Perhaps." He conceded "I wouldn't want to wake up in some bears den would I?"

With an even larger smirk Agmaer replied  "With all due respect sir, your wife can be far worse then a bea-"---"Well, you smell like a Hagraven!"-- Angry yelling interrupted the pairs conversation.

The Dragonborn sighed before turning towards the house and walking in the door unannounced. To either side hung various trinkets collected from his travels as well as a set of etheric blades.

As he strode further into the house shouting increased in volume. "Elf ears!" "Draugr-Breath!"

The doors burst open scaring the children arguing, a young girl with long blonde hair known formerly as Runa Fair-Shield, and a girl of the same age with short brown hair known as Lucia.

"Runa, Lucia, both of you please stop immediately." was commanded of the children.

"Daddy's home!" They shouted.

The Dragonborn crouched in front of his daughters given them each a hug, the children either ignorant, or not caring about the blood that spotted their fathers robe.

"Did you bring anything back for us?!" Runa asked.

"I'm not sure, let me check my robes." The father removed his mask setting it on a nearby desk revealing his face, gentle in appearance and wearing a small smile, the face of a loving father aside from the three pronged scar that ran across the left side of his face.

Patting down his robes and searching his pockets he gave a small grin.

"I can't seem to find the gifts! Oh well," He shrugged. "I suppose I'll them eventually."

"Awwww" His children whined. "Stop teasing us."

With a smirk he brought his hands to his sides. "I guess you two are too old for this trick now?"

"You always do this!" Lucia complained. "We don't fall for it anymore Daddy" Runa continued.

With a sad smile took form he whispered "I guess you have both outgrown that old trick..." His sad smile turned into a smirk however "I suppose you two are old enough for these then." Channeling magic through his hands a black void formed in between them, after a brief moment of concentration two books with a dark purple cover and a wolf on the front appeared one in each hand.

Overjoyed screams was first only response. "You're finally going to teach us magic!"

"Of course! After all my little girls are growing up now aren't they? It's only proper that you learn a few new tricks."

"Thanks Daddy!" "Thank you Daddy!" The two daughters echoed.

"Why don't you to go to your room and study? Don't try any spells without me being there.though." The father gently chided.

"We won't!" The girls chimed.

A series of loud thuds from the floor above them alerted them to someone else's presence.

"Girls! I heard you scream, are you both okay?!" An extremely concerned voice sounded from the top of the staircase. Following the voice stood a young Nord woman, with a light complexion, medium length brown hair down to her shoulders, and a single braid of hair going down the side of her face, along with several small, long faded scars.

The woman immediately froze upon seeing the source of the disturbance with everything being eerily silent. Her look of shock quickly turned to a brief look of anger, before changing into a impossibly large smile within the blink of an eye.

"It's good to see you again my love." She spoke softly.

"I could say the same Lydia." The man breathed.

"Runa, Lucia please go to your rooms." Lydia half asked.

Without a word both children quickly ran out of the room and vanished from sight while the silence once again reigned.

"Lyd-"

"No, don't say anything."  Lydia ordered. She took several deep breaths before speaking again "Do you have any idea what it's like?" she asked rhetorically "Every single time you leave on another insane adventure I never know whether or not you will be home. Or if you do return will you even be in one piece?"

Her counterpart attempted to speak only for her to cut him off.

."I already know what you're going to say. 'I do it so you don't have to worry about being attacked by bandits, or some other beast.' but that doesn't make up for the fact that it makes me worry even more knowing you are constantly fighting things out of peoples nightmares." Lydia spoke passionately.

With a sigh the man spoke once more. "Because I always say I do it for you're and the childrens safety doesn't make it any less true. Though we have far less to worry about now... The Dawnguard have finally succeeded in destroying the Volkihar, Lord Harkon is dead and the last 'pure' bloodline of the vampires has been destroyed. The remnants of the lesser vampires are being hunted, and the castles 'cattle' have been freed."

The married couple embraced one another, saying nothing.

Lydia gave a short hollow laugh. "Sometimes I wonder how you survive without me, after all someone has to keep an eye on you."

The man responded with a genuine laugh of his own.

"Isran hasn't let me out of his sight, he learned what happened when I'm not 'supervised' the hard way. No goats were involved this time."

She snorted and tried not to laugh.

"Don't do that, I'm trying to be angry at you right now."

The man however played innocent.

"Do what? I'm only stating the facts, there was no goat this time. Merely a few blood dragons, nothing to unusual."

"Were they at least pretty?" Lydia laughed.

"Very beautiful, teeth that could cut a man in half, wings that could cover half of Whiterun, and scales like sand paper." The man teased. "Its breath was a bit overbearing though, smelled of death and charcoal."

"They sound very beautiful indeed" she had trouble controlling her mirth now. "I trust you two had fun?"

"Of course, though it's nothing compared to my beautiful wife I have at home." He cooed "You really should meet her some time."

A hit to his shoulder and a muffled laugh was the only response.

Placing a hand on her slightly distended stomach he spoke softly. "I love you, Lydia so long as I have you waiting for me when I return from my journeys you never have to worry about me returning home." By the time he finished speaking she was silently shaking.

His shoulder becoming damp told him why.

"I'm not going to let you leave again, from now on if you go out on some stupid adventure I'm coming with you." she cried. "Then I don't have to worry about you doing anything stupid because you will be right beside me protecting me, we can just stay home and be a family. Then when I have these Talos damned mood swings I don't feel insane, and when I get fat you will still tell me you love me."

"I love you regardless of how you look, you should know that by now." As if to emphasize his point his eyes darkened and changed to unnatural yellow for a moment, Lydia's eyes doing the same. With a grin he continued "Besides, being insane is what attracted me to you in the first place." She gave a small laugh in return. "As for you coming with me... I think we could work something out, maybe I could take a break."

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Deep within the Everfree Forest The Great and Powerful Trixie continued to follow the dark whispers in the back of her head, all promising great power. Constant whispers of where to go, what spells to cast, and what runes to draw all appeared in her minds eye, all eventually leading her to a long abandoned castle in the heart of the forest.

Trixie scoffed recalling the pathetic creatures that tried to stop her, a mere manticore, a mutant sea serpent and a pack of timber wolves wouldn't be enough to stop her. Seeing the castle close within sight she sped up her trot.

Approaching a surely ancient bridge with the wood rotted out, the rope frayed and barely staying together Trixie doubted it could support her weight. Being unable to see any form of ground below it didn't help her confidence. She mentally berated herself as she smirked, channeling magic through her horn and simply teleported across the chasm. to the entrance of the forgotten ruins.

The whispers grew louder, and more intense the further she got into the castle nearly deafening her. They screamed at her, ordering her to continue.

"Silence! Trixie orders it at once!" She screamed.

All at once everything became silent, save for the sound of her own breathing. Slowly the whispers came back, much quieter and much less in number.

'Just up ahead, to your left will be some stairs. Follow them and you will be in the chambers where the ritual must take place.' They spoke, several distinct voices echoing as one. Had she been in better mental health she may have realized that this was not natural, nor sane.

She obeyed their commands and ended up in a room which held a several small pedestals in the center of the room, behind the pedestals was what she assumed was a former balcony, shattered stain glass windows the only remnants.

'Now,' The whispers, now loud voices booming in her head.. 'you must use your blood to draw the runes, one on each of the pedestals.'

Trixie was not a complete fool. She knew Blood Magic was extremely dangerous and if not done perfectly she would end up dead, one of the many reasons it was outlawed with extreme repercussions for anypony who dared dabble in it.

How else would Twilight Sparkle have been able to overpower you? The voices reasoned. She is after all being the princesses pet, that comes with more then a few perks Forbidden magic must be one of them.

They were right of course, at least in Trixie's mind. She steeled her will for what was coming as she willed a small amount of magic into the form of a blade and extended her hoof in front of her.

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The Dragonborn awoke a loud knocking having disturbed his rest, still feeling tired, but far more rested then the day prior.

"..Yes..?" He grumbled glancing at the door to his and his wives' bed chambers.

His daughter Runa poked her head in the door a sheepish smile spread across her face.

"Mommy says its time to wake up." She stated.

He snorted "Tell Mommy to let her Husband sleep so he doesn't pass out from exhaustion."

"Mommy says it's really, really important. She says an old friend named Psijic wants to see you."

At the mention of the Psijic his eyes immediately shot open as he rushed out of bed, quickly put on a spare set of robes and quickly walked towards the door.

"Let's hurry downstairs to see what they want then." He gently rushed her.

When he arrived downstairs his beloved wife Lydia sat at a table in the center in the room looking grim a letter resting on the spot in front of her with Lucia sitting next to her his steward Agmaer standing in the corner leaning against the wall with a crossbow in reach. Agmaer glanced met eyes with him, the steward briefly shaking his head sadly, a warning to tread carefully.

"So," He began. "Runa tells me we had a visitor this morning."

All was silent for a moment before Lydia replied.

"I'm sure you remember the Psijic our old acquaintances from the Mage's College."

A brief laugh was the immediate response.'It's hard to forget a group who can appear out of no where, stop time, and shouts cryptic warnings before vanishing.' he thought before nodding for her to continue.

."Me and the girls were in town this morning shopping for groceries when everything suddenly stopped" She explained. "No breeze, no movement, no sound. I thought a leech had gotten me until someone just appeared in front of me." She laughed "I thought I was insane until he yelled to give this letter to The Dragonborn then disappeared before anything else could happen." She finally glanced at him for a brief moment before asking in a deceptively sweet voice. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this would you?"

He felt a chill recognizing the look in his wife's eyes, also realizing what Agmaer was trying to warn him of. Dragons or Vampires were one thing, but an angry wife isn't something you can kill, or ever hope to escape from. Clearing his throat he spoke.

"What does the letter say?"

Lydia closed her eyes, sucking in a breath before growling out "I don't know, is there a reason I would open a letter addressed to you?"

The Dragonborn of course, didn't answer, having learned the hard way long ago. Instead he took the wiser, and safer option opting to take the letter from the table to read it.

Dear Dragonborn

I require your assistance as well as an item in your possession. Perhaps due to the teleportation of the Eye of Magnus it has been acting strangely. While this normally would not concern me, the fact that it has been interfering with any direct attempts at magic, I believe it may hold some significance relevant to the Staff of Magnus in your possession and its proximity to the Eye, a minor oversight on my part. As no Direct magics work I have placed a scrying rune on the scroll.  I trust this letter reaches you in time before anything more permanent then magic disruption occurs. I ask you to meet my acquaintance Gelebros, the Bosmer who assisted in the removal of the Eye. Meet him the night you receive this letter and wait outside of your house at midnight. I trust this will be more then enough time to gather any supplies you may need.

Sincerely, Quaranir.

The frown on the his face grew more the further he read. Having just resolved to stop going on adventures for the sake of his wife and kids this was not good news. As if sensing this his wife spoke up.

"I know that look on your face, and I'm going with you."

A tired sigh was the response. 'I suppose there's nothing wrong with that, they merely need me to use the Staff of Magnus and leave. Why does he ask for me, as well as the staff? Why not just hand it to him?' He thought. 'Then again it seems easy enough, one final journey before retiring.' He laughed, the thought of the Dragonborn, slayer of Alduin, Arch-mage of the College of Winterhold retiring during his prime amusing him. 'Plus it would make my family happy.' He thought solemnly.

"Very well then, Agmaer if Lydia and I departed for a day or two I trust you would be able to take care of the children?"

Agmaer coughed and stuttered "I-if-but-" clearing his throat he continued. "I suppose I could, but I'm not much for full time babysitting."

Of course the Runa and Lucia objected. "We are not little kids! We can take care of ourselves."

A booming laugh sounded throughout the room. "Of course you aren't little girls any more, neither of you are. As such I expect you to listen to uncle Agmaer." He smiled before turning to his former brother-in-arms "Agmaer I believe you could go into Falkreath and ask for help as well, several people there owe me a favor." He shrugged "Not to mention all the hunters around here, perhaps offer them a hundred septim each to stay within the area for the next few nights."

Agmaer nodded his approval. "Sounds simple enough, I'll go looking for the hunters now, I believe your wife has more shopping to do considering she rushed back here."

"Very well then, I'll grab what supplies we will need and be prepared for tonight. Thank you, Agmaer."

The young Nord simply waved off his thanks before walking out the door.

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After nearly two hours of extreme focus dedicated to get every last insignificant detail correct while drawing the runes she was nearly complete. Several cuts adorned her forelegs, feeling slightly dizzy, but proud of what she accomplished in the relatively short time. The previously grey faded stone of the pedestal now had been painted with blood, the base of it having several red spirals each connecting at the very top as well as several intricate designs interlocking at small intervals..

Tired, and relieved at having finished her first task she Trixie proudly looked at her accomplishment.

"Trixie is finally done!" She shouted her voice echoing throughout the empty halls of the long since forsaken ruins.

As she expected the voices slowly continued in her head once more.

Good, now you must rear up against your masterpiece and gaze into it. They explained.

Trixie stumbled from having lost so much blood but eventually complied. Bracing herself for what was about to happen she gazed into the now red centerpiece of the pedestal...

...and felt nothing.

Panicking Trixie shouted "I've done everything! Nothing Is happening!"

Instead of what had until now been moderate voices they now screamed into her head.

Now use your magic and channel it into the center. They commanded.

Trixie shook at the pain in her head before continuing as ordered. She closed her eyes and took a calming breath before channeling magic through her horn and prodding the center with it.

Much to her amazement she felt it 'give' when she pushed. Without hesitating she channeled as much magic as she could through it feeling the marks she painted beginning to flow with magic she dropped what little inhibitions she had and reached as far into the 'window' as she could.

She could feel an incredible amount of magic at the bottom, Trixie would have never dared to dream of any one being having that much power and yet here it was, just out of her reach. She could feel the power of her blood in her markings and she smirked as the thought hit her. If that's how strong dried blood is, how much stronger would it be if I channeled it directly from my body?' It was a genius plan to her. After all how could one such as Great and Powerful as her ever fail?

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The day had quickly passed, leaving only the moons and the infinite number of stars in the sky. A waning moon appearing in the sky above illuminating the lake as the Dragonborn and his wife Lydia waited.

The Dragonborn was once again wearing a long set of dark black robes, with various strips of leather connecting it as well as wearing his formerly discarded Nahkriin. He smirked beneath his mask as he remembered the Master Conjurer at the College he bought his it from.

Lydia however was covered head-to-toe in heavily enchanted Dwarven armor, the bronze metal shining in the moonlight.

"You do realize this is a bit excessive even for you, right?" Lydia asked.

With a laugh her husband replied "Of course, it makes you easier to spot as well as provides additional protection for you and your package" he finished glancing at her.

"Isn't this backwards? I thought the big strong Nord warrior was supposed to be wearing the real armor, and the women wearing the dresses?" She jabbed playfully.

"Oh, but I do enjoy how well these 'dresses' breath, aside from a occasional draft. Besides you're much manlier being able to haul around all the armor Mrs. 'Nord warrior'"

Their playful banter was interrupted when there was a small 'bang' and everything seemed to slow down drastically the world seeming to stop. Turning to investigate the noise they spotted a tall High Elf wearing almost cheery yellow robes with red thread lining the shoulders contrasting the wearers grim face.

His wife gave him a brief glare, with the clear intent of 'this is not over.'

The Dragonborn opened his mouth to greet the newcomer but was interrupted.

"This is no time for idle banter, we have taken enough risks merely waiting this long to contact you." The Elf stated.

"Nice to see you again to Gelebros." The Arch mage replied cheerfully causing the Elf's frown to deepen.

"I do not recall giving you my name, nor do I recall anything about you having a guest." Gelebros said.

With a frown the Dragonborn replied "Quaranir told me your name in his letter." more to the point he continued. "Regardless of names, you just said we don't have time to talk, so you take me and my wife to the Eye of Magnus so I can fix this save your asses and get back home."

Gelebros was outraged at this and began saying "You dare-" only to be interrupted.

"Yes, 'I dare' you seem to forget who holds the cards here, or 'Staff' as it were." His voice as hard as Stalhrim, he pulled a staff from the inside of his robe twirling it around with one hand. The intricate grooves in the staff as well as the crystal at the base of it and the large crystal orb at the top essential for its arcane energies. "I strongly suggest you remember YOU asked ME to help, not the other way. Understood.?" His glare while unseen through his mask could be felt and promised a swift death to any who disobey its owner.

Gelebros grit his teeth as he addressed the Archmage once more barely contained rage evident in his voice. "Very well then, stay close to me and I shall teleport us," glancing to the woman wearing the heavy armor he hissed. "All of us,  to the chamber where the Eye of Magnus is held."

Lydia who remained perfectly still and silent throughout the exchange released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She glanced at her husband who nodded as they both walked towards the Psijic Monk.

As soon as they were within arms reach of the Monk a barrier of magic appeared around them and they suddenly vanished.

A feeling of vertigo overcame the trio when they reappeared. Looking around the chamber they were now in there appeared to be no windows, or doors of any kind. Glancing at his wife she appeared to be fine at a glance though it was hard to tell with all the armor, suddenly regretting forcing her to wear it all a small frown formed on his face unseen to the others.

"So this is it?" Lydia asked. "Where is the Eye anyway? I don't see it."

The High Elf merely gestured behind her. She turned around to see the giant orb of arcane energy fluctuating in a small pit in the center of the room with over a dozen mages wearing the same yellow robes as the monk behind her, each of them focused on attempting to channel magic out of the orb to equalize it.

"So how were we able to teleport in here at all?" The Arch-mage asked surprisingly calm given the potential time bomb behind him. "You said all magic failed around it. Not to mention I haven't heard anything of a teleportation spell in my studies."

"I said no such thing." Gelebros defended. "It is true that magic barely works in this room but teleportation is an outside force acting to draw that outside force inside. It is centered around our previous location, not where you will be." he explained.

Quaranir, upon spotting the groups appearance quickly greeted them with a smile. "I am glad to see you again Arch-Mage, though I wish it were under better circumstances."

The Dragonborn smiled beneath his mask. "It is good to see you as well, though it seems you under-exaggerated the problem a little bit. Let us simply get this over with and exchange pleasantries later shall we?" He asked rhetorically.

The monk merely nodded his consent before stepping aside. Drawing the Staff of Magnus, he began expelling the magic that was enchanted into it centuries ago and aiming it towards the ancient artifact in the middle of the room.

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Meanwhile worlds away Trixie was so close to reaching the source of magic, though her body felt drained, as if it would give out on her at any moment. 'No, she chastised herself. 'I'm to close to quit now.'

Just within reach of the energy it suddenly shrank away before she could grab it. 'No!' She mentally screamed.

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The Dragonborn was calmly continuing to channel magic from the Staff, to the Eye, drawing the excess and fluctuating magic from it. Everything was going fine until it suddenly fluctuated again the force shaking the room.

'No,' He thought. something else is interfering here. Redoubling his efforts he prayed to the Nine Divine to assist him.

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Trixie was once again within inches of grasping the source of magic when it once again it shrunk away from her. She screamed in frustration and gathered every reserve of magic, and blood she had, demented to succeed even if it killed her.

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Just when everything was beginning to calm down again the Dragonborn felt the magic surge in the air and instantly realizing the horrible truth.

He couldn't stop it.

He immediately dropped the staff, turned and ran towards his wife. He could feel her terror through her helmet. The second she saw him turn she knew what was actually happening. The same thing they were able to avoid the first time.

The Eye of Magnus would explode, meaning certain destruction to everything.

She saw her husband sprinting towards her before embracing her and holding her tight before shouting.

"Feim Zii Gron!"

Then the world exploded.

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Trixie grinned as she finally reached the source of the magic she had been hunting. Her entire body burned, she felt like she was about to pass out, and her horn felt like it was being ripped from her skull, but she had succeeded.

Though when she grabbed it and pulled it towards herself, trying to siphon it into her being to heal her she didn't expect it to rip in half.

Her eyes widened in terror before she felt it implode and she lost consciousness.

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Trixie didn't know where she was. Everything around her was unfathomable, infinite darkness that surrounded her very being.

With a start Trixie realized she couldn't feel her body at all, as well as the crimes she had committed under the Amulets influence. Of course Trixie had wanted revenge, but never to the ends of enslaving the entire town and torturing them, yet alone blood magic for which she had paid the ultimate price for. Or so she thought.

The voices in her head were now surrounding her very being encompassing the darkness surrounding her.

You have done well mortal. It boomed shaking her very core and seemed to chill her soul.

What is this place, what are you?! Trixie demands to know! What have you done to Trixie! She tried to scream. Instead it only came out In her thoughts, but the being around her seemed to hear her anyways.

Watch your tongue mortal! You have served me well. Its horrible laugh seemed to echo infinitely. As for what I am you may call me the Void Father, The True God, or Sithis. I must admit my children have been constantly bothered by that mutt and his bitch. Both of which are your problem now. Being as how you served me to rid me of that thorn in my side I shall graciously allow you to live. However the Mutt may not be so kind.

During the time it spoke Trixie was rendered powerless and immobile. However when it finished she felt the cold around her slowly fade, replaced with a small ember of warmth and the darkness slowly fade away.

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As Trixie finally awoke she still felt the chill of death, but was thankful to be alive at all. As she slowly came to her senses her body screamed at her in pure agony. However she forced herself to push through the pain to open her eyes, as she finally managed to she immediately regretted it.

The first thing she saw was red. Everything in the entire room was covered in a red liquid, she forced herself to move her head and she saw what could be identified as a dead body in front of her. Of what she couldn't tell, but she could tell she was surrounded. She slowly stood with her body seemingly getting over its pain. She glanced at her hoof and saw it to, was painted red. That's nice, she laughed. I must be going into shock. she thought calmly.

All of a sudden she couldn't figure out why she was panicking, she looked around her and saw a at least a dozen large figures covered in cloth that had a lot of red.

One of them however seemed to be ethereal, she could see through it, see the wall on the other side of it. A ghost? she thought. Then it suddenly seemed solid, she could see its clothes, its silly mask, and its skin it even suddenly gained color!. She watched as it froze looking around the room slowly, seemingly looking for something before she thought it found what it wanted. She could see metal, bronze? Maybe gold, the creature didn't seem to like that color as it suddenly yelled. A primal scream filled with rage, and something else.

It looked in her direction before it saw her and looked her straight in the eyes. Though she couldn't see its face, she could feel its murderous intent from across the room. She was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest before screaming and running as fast as she could out, and away from the unintentional slaughter...

...and running towards the local town of Ponyville where unbeknownst to her a certain Twilight Sparkle was performing tricks involving levitating animals for the Princess and the leaders of Saddle Arabia.

It never occurred to her that it may follow her.

Apology & update.

I would like to both thank those who favorited this story, and apologize. Life has been kicking my ass recently involving guns, cultists, police, school, and drugs. The first chapter is rather poor in my opinion, I was under the influence of several different factors 'Two days no sleep, weed, and alcohol'. I'm planning on re-writing the first chapter, as well as going to try to update the story once a week starting next monday provided I can find a proofreader.

I apologize for the 'false update', as well as the quality of last chapter etc... Thank you.