GreenBirdie
Myself
Rule for the Ritual #1, A mentally prepared unicorn: As Calm Maelstrom flipped open a magic book, he calmed himself yet again to practice a new spell. He was young, and he hadn't his cutie mark. He wanted it.
Rule for the Ritual #2, Being underground: His father peeked down the stairs as his calls for Maelstrom were unanswered, but once he saw his son preparing, he left.
Rule for the Ritual #3, The sun must be setting: A small candle on a table behind Maelstrom provided the little light needed to see without having to strain the eyes, the rest of the light coming from the fading sunlight.
Rule for the Ritual #4, Something to lose: He never expected the outcome. He loved what he had, and he hadn't planned to destroy it himself.
Maelstrom studied the rune on the page once more. Once he was certain it was ingrained in his head, his horn flared with a brown magical aura. He mentally imaged the rune, and his horn begain to draw the magical contents of the land into his horn. Once it was enough, he felt the familiar but harsh jab of magic roaming his head, only weakened by practice. Then, he activated the magic and
The magic was gone. Nothing had happened. Was it a dud? Had he messed up? Turns out, he messed up worse than he knew.
Sound whizzed past his ears, as if he was falling, but he wasn't. The last rays of sunshine directed at his horn. They were absorbed into it, and then the sun went dark. Everything was silent. Maelstrom was scared. The only light came from the candle in his room, yet he could still see perfectly, even where the candle light didn't touch.
Agony flared through his horn. He screamed in pain, as around him, things began turned orange. A dome surrounded him, red and orange, cackling. Flames. Screams of pain erupted around him, andhe could hear it. The dome contracted around his form. He felt himself levitate into the air. Then, he expanded, the sphere coming off him. It pushed through the wood and stone of the house, incinerating all in it's path. It faded quickly, but not quick enough so that the whole house and a few others hadn't been destroyed.
A large explosion erupted around him, sending the earth below him, and only below him far up into the air, a black fog following the earth. The explosion sound erupted through the land. In fact, loud enough that even a certain princess who had a castle in the town of Fillydelphia, where the colt was, could be heard.