hellfire

"Mother, mother! Look at me, don't you think this cape father gave me is grand!" A young mare said sweetly as she twirled around, a deep black cloak spinning around as she moved. "I think it looks splendid on you my dear, did you show the maids on your way here? I could hear them screaming in jealousy you know." "Of course I did mother, and the court nobles too, Sir Shield Breaker said that I looked like a real magician!" "Well isn't that something to aspire to my dear. You'll have to show me a real spectacle when you finally graduate." "I'll show you the best fireworks you've ever seen!" ... The ancient castle in the sky, the great symbol of the pegasus empire that had stood in the clouds for over a millennia, was nothing but dust in the wind, burnt so completely that hardly any of its stone foundations remained airborne. Charred skeletons and half melted armor poked through the debris, all that remained of what was once a population of nearly ten thousand. A living wildfire burned at the heart of it all, surrounded in a whirlwind of ash and dust, the very air burning as it came close. The mare once known as Ashen Soul clutched onto what was left of a golden locket even as it dripped down her forelegs and through the clouds. Though many may remember her for the madness that came towards the end of her life, the Witch of Hellfire was hardly older than a filly when she awakened. Unlike other witches who had control over the use of their abilities, there was no way for her to suppress the heat her body emitted. In the end, her seclusion and subsequent death are cited as the primary reason the badlands are unable to be inhabited to this day, as even in death, her body continues to generate temperatures only seen in dying stars in its local area.