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A Mistake at a Glance


A roleplay between me and

@twilight sparkle




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.
 
Angelic dropped her book with a gasp and looked up. She flew out to where the screams and the loud boom came from. Angelic landed and covered her mouth with her hoof in horror. She quickly did what she could with the fire. Then galloped to the colt. "H-hello are you alright?!" Angelic said panicking.
 
A ring of fire surrounded the colt. The colt's magical aura was turned black, seemingly taking in light. Even though the colt's eyes were shut, through the lids it glew with red, and a sadistic grin was on his face. It matched, as the sun in the background was dark and did not produce light for the ponies to see. Yet, defying all logic, they could see perfectly. Flames shot at the crowd of watching ponies, a bire of fire seemingly for each one. Angelic was not an exception.
 
Angelic bit her lip and stood on her hind hooves setting up a large barrier with her magic blocking the flames from harming any pony. She then walked through her barrier and used her magic to put out the fire. "Calm down!" Angelic said restraining him some with her magic.
 
As she put restrains on him, they were of very little worth. Only few tendrils of magic still held, and they were small and weak. It felt like she was fighting against a sun. Immediately as she had tried to restrain him, a tendril of tainted magical aura shot out from below the ground, and engulfed her form. It was calming... Soothing... It felt like stress was nothing here, even though the scene before her eyes never left. Her lids began to droop slightly.
 
Angelic gasped and her eye lids drooped. She felt tired for some reason. Angelic tried to fight it but fell to the ground unconscious. The ponies gasped and said"princess!"
 
As she fell unconscious, her magic was unable to continue. The shield of hers fell, and the ponies were defenseless. A giant ball of flame flew up above the colt, and then broke apart, a ball shooting each at the different ponies, sometimes combining but splitting again to hit their target. Right before one was to hit the princess, a shield pony ran up and blocked the flame, although the impact drilled him into the ground, making a hole where his head stuck out.


Seemingly forgetting about the others, the colt flew over to the princess. The ponies in that direction ran, and the colt flew right next to her. Tendrils of dark magic slowly reached out to her, engulfing her form and lifting her, up to the colt's sadistic grin. The colt breathed, and a miasma of shadows escaped his mouth as he exhaled, covering her face. They began giving her nightmares, as she watched those she loved slaughtered.


He was about to do something else, before a unicorn shot a crystal of ice at him. Dissipating, he turned his attention to the unicorn, and then-


His horn glew bright, powerfully white, as color returned to the sun. The sun was properly shining it's last rays, before the sun fully went down and it offically became night. Maelstrom fell, and collided with the ground. Angelic was slowly lifted down, the miasma's effects to last for an hour. The thing everypony noticed: he got his cutie mark.
 
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Angelic started thrashing around screaming in agony and crying. She curled ball hyperventilating her horn glowing brightly and there was a large surge of magic that surrounded her.
 
Maelstrom could only remember feeling happiness and a strange warmth. Meanwhile, other unicorn guards picked up Maelstrom with magic and carried him to a magically sealed dungeon, and was chained, while the guards tried to bring her to. Unable, they waited for it to wear off.
 
Angelic laid there unconscious and whimpering as the magic still courses through her body. An hour passed and she groaned trying to open her eyes.
 
"Sayer! The princess is waking!" A guard said to another. His name was Dream Sayer, and he specialized in magic that affected dreams. Dream Sayer merely nodded, trotted to the princess, and sat down. His horn lit up, and a magic spell searched the princess's mind, checking for residue dream magic.
 
Angelic groaned opening her eyes weakly. "w-what happened to me?" She said softly rubbing her head with a wince. All she remembered was a weird warmth.
 
"You were defeated by a colt." Sayer said, disinterested in what she had to say. "He threw magic into your mind and gave you nightmares... Horrible ones..." Sayer narrowed his eyebrows, hiding something. However, thankfully for him, it could be taken as the need for concentration the spell was giving him.
 
Angelic nodded remembering those horrible nightmares. She tookshaky breaths covering her ears trembling. Angelic tried not show fear in front of her citizens or staff. But those nightmares scarred her.
 
Dream Sayer gave her a hug, not caring for the others watching. "It's ok, princess..." He stroked her mane, his heart beating wildly just from the simple gesture, his cold, iron armour against her cooling her.
 
Angelic blushed darkly then relaxed into the hug closing her eyes her head resting lightly on his chest. She smiled relaxing against him her heart beating faster.
 
He squeezed slightly tighter, and they held the hug for long. Seemingly. However, once she noticed that he wasn't hugging her, she noticed the extra amount of magic being used on her; just enough for an illusion. He briefly smiled at her, before going back to a stoic state. After a few moments, he deactivated the spell, and nodded. "There is nothing that will be long-lasting, and while there is still traces of magic, they are so small they cannot be spellmagic. You're free to leave, Princess." He began whispering. "I suggest that, after talking to the foal, you come to see me."
 
Angelic blinked and then blushed some nodding. "O-ok sayer." Smiling softly and got up. She wobbled some the straightened herself before bowing lightly and trotting out going to the dungeon. Angelic needed to figure out what was wrong with the colt.
 
Maelstrom woke, feeling like some took a hammer and hit him hard. He tried to grab his head, but he couldn't; his hooves were in chains, forcing him into a bipedal position. Two guards merely stared at him, and he closed his eyes in thought. He felt a rush of happiness, of enjoyment, and he loved it. He grinned. He was about to say something to a guard, when a mare seemingly appeared in the room: it seems to be the dungeon, so it must be magic, thought Maelstrom.


"Your Majesty!" He tried bowing, but couldn't, in the chains.
 
Angelic walked to the dungeon door then opened it with her magic. "No need to bow maelstrom." She said as she trotted inside then stood in front of him. "What do you remember?"
 
Maelstrom thought deeply, but couldn't remember for the life of him. "Magic book, cutie mark, pain, fire, smoke, and... happiness?"
 
Maelstrom never was one for crying, but he admits he had a tear in his eye. Instead, he focused on the fact he enjoyed the killing and arsonry. That was... certainly new. "So what happens now?"
 
Angelic said"you will be put under watch by some of the guards, you will also stay in the castle to protect you and the citizens of fillydelphiah. I will try my best to help you control your magic, how does that sound?"
 
Maelstrom nodded. "Sounds good!" The colt said, seemingly forgetting what had just happened. "Hey, does-" A messenger came into the cell, panting, before talking. "Princess Celestia... Wishes to speak to you, princess... She has arrived at the castle, and is waiting..."
 

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