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Magic is bound inextricably with suffering. It is sought only by those who either have naught else to turn to or hunger for more than they have already. Whichever seed begets it, magic grows only when nurtured by intent, and will take on a form horribly true to the deepest crevices of the mind of its wielder. If the intent is kind, so too can the magic bloom into something kind and lovely. If the intent is wicked, the heart cruel... then the magic will become a story passed on in whispered warni...
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Adeena's presence wanes and fades, she lets herself go and reform then solidify again. The curse binds her to one world, yet her soul belongs to so many more. It's in her memories, you see, not just as Adeena but as every incarnation of Despair; Name that she takes for herself as both title and calling. And Hope was always there too. Sometimes Justice, sometimes Knowledge, but always Hope.
Except for this time. There's a stallion sleeping on the couch, earbuds on and his back to the rest o...
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Adeena stares into the mirror, and it stares back at her. A light aqua-colored hair that gradients into darker shades as it flows gracefully around her delicate features; Slit-eyes like that of a reptile, purple and complex in their unsettling beauty; Brown chitin, smooth to the touch like skin yet hard and jagged at the edges. She raises her hand, grabs at one of the slight outcrops at the side of her chin, and pulls it, ignoring the pain and the blood that follows. Only a sliver of the chitin ...
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Adeena's consciousness fades in and out as her eyes adjust to a sudden change in brightness. The glow of the moon and the salt in the breeze roll into the foyer, the book on her chest feels heavy and her back aches from having fallen asleep on the sofa. The front door is open.
Her joints creak and crack, a pain she's all too familiar with- The chitin has again overgrown whilst she dreamed of a life she never lived. She sits up and sets her grimoire aside, eyes focused on the open door. It's...
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"Shh...It's him...The one who..." "I heard no one else survived..."
"They say he was by his self..." "...and then murdered them in cold blood, he did..."
Clip cli-clop cli-clip cli-clop.
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Mirror rose before the sun.
She had not slept, not really, and every part of her ached… but going back to bed would be futile. Her reality felt so surreal that a dream would have been a reprieve, had the universe deigned to allow her one. Weary in every sense of the word, she made the trek to her mirror, where she picked up a makeup brush and looked into the mirror.
Her eyes flicked over each feature with increasing confusion. The features refused to resolve into a face - there was one eye,...
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Crystalline water. Grass so green it looked almost fake. Sunlight streaming in through the trees and playing through it all.
The clearing had not changed since Faith had left it, that fateful day, and she went still staring around at where she had lived for twelve years. Mirror stepped past her. She fit perfectly into the magical place. Her mane was tied back in braids, but it still glittered and shone in the light - like glass, Faith thought.
It was one of those moments that made her heart t...
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“Now, my precious little flower, you must stay here and stay quiet. Do you understand? This is very important. I love you more than anything in the world.â€
“I love you too, mum,†Hebe whispered, confused and frightened, but always obedient. The door shut. She sat huddled in her parents’ closet on the floor, in the dark. Muffled voices came from downstairs. Two were harsh and stern, two defensive, and then came a fifth voice that had a distinctly pompous air to it. She heard her name....
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It was just late enough that Mirror had returned from the woods, but not quite late enough to end the day and go to bed. The clock kept ticking every so often, infuriatingly slow, to signify the marching of time, and that made for the only sound in the cottage.
When it had begun to grow colder, the crackling of a fire joined it, and bathed the lower floor in a rosy glow.
Light rain fell outside.
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East of the Wandering Woods and North of the Jackalope Slopes lies a small town, named for a brook which runs to one side and provides the water this town needs to survive. Buttercup Brook and Buttercup Grove are perhaps the most fairytale-esque part of Equestria, secluded from every major city and kingdom, and even with their very own witch.
She is not a wicked witch. Her alignment is parallel to good, yet rather unlawful. At this moment, she is the closest the town has to a doctor, and she st...
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Blood is thicker than water.
The full quote, rather misrepresented in shortening, reads "The blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the room." For the case of Princess White Rose, perhaps that misrepresentation is more apt. She is more well known now as Blind Faith, disgraced Captain of the imperial guard, and longs to be better than she is. You would not know it from the chances she has had to make it so. Each time, she falls short for reasons she does not know.
She finds herself now...
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There was no way to know for certain how long it had been since the pegasus had been apprehended.
Locked in a horribly cramped room with no window and with bright lights on at all hours, Faith's only measurement of time came every few days when she was held down by several guards and the IV that slowly fed her just enough liquid to survive on was replaced. She was exhausted, yet unable to sleep for more than moments at a time, for fear of losing the precious time she needed to plan an escape.
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