A/N: Look! Update for the Hour! Long overdue, if I do say so myself. Still have no idea what I should write for this chapter, so this will be completely ad-libbed.

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991 - I'm sorry, but at the moment, writer's block is WAY too comfortable with me. If (s)he ever decides that enough is enough, then I will finally update the Hour with a new chapter. And I promise it will be a long one. And don't worry about offending me. It's near-impossible to offend me. So long as you don't play country music. That stuff irritates me more than anything.

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Well, on the bright side, I know what I'm going to do with this chapter, since I'm going to make part 2 a ME3/MLP crossover (Or should I do a separate-but-linked crossover? Because my Archangels will be important to the crossover. Maybe I should do a whole bunch of stories that take place in the HoT universe. What say you?).

Anyways, yadda yadda, Disclaimer, yadda yadda, Will know when I own MLP.

And so we go

Shortly after Fluttershy and Dash left, Twilight called the rest of her friends to her quarters. There, they took their pieces of the armor (though Rarity complained for an hour about how fat it made her look). After they left, Twilight walked back into her Isolation Room.

Upon closing the door, she noticed that the Necronomicon Equus was floating in the middle of the room, turned to the last page.

"That's odd," she said as she walked up to examine the book, "I don't remember enchanting the book to do this."

Quickly reading the page, she was surprised to discover it was an unfinished spell, designed to create Archangels from the living, not from a soul placed in an artificial body. As to why Starswirl would leave it unfinished, there was a small footnote, written in flowing script, on the right margin of the page:

BUCK! Celestia found me sooner than I expected. If only I had a little more time. Then I would have finished this spell and performed it on myself, as it was designed for. All I can hope for now is that my next life proves to be at least as competent a necromancer as I am. Otherwise, this spell will never be finished.

Looking back over the spell, Twilight could see the general path that Starswirl had been following. Quickly fixing a few arcanomathematical errors, she was able to see how the spell was supposed to be finished.

"A choice for the one in control of life

A choice that they behold

To control from now on all their strife

Or simply let Fate go

And upon this choice a sacrifice

To become Balance to hunt what upsets it

To protect the innocent from the Demons they create

To become an Archangel, without a Master

To grant purity and sacrifice to all living things

This is the Spell of the High Archangel

And the High Archangel serves until the End of Time."

Upon completion of the spell, Twilight felt something tug at her soul. Quickly allowing it access, she 'watched' as her body changed before her eyes into a 'human' version of itself.

The changes, besides the obvious pony-to-human one, were subtle. Her mane remained on her head, though her tail disappeared. Her horn was no longer there, though Twilight could sense that she still had magical capabilities. But what really baffled Twilight was the fact that her teats (What we call tits) were on her chest, higher than they should have been.

Slowly, she felt her soul starting to drift back towards her changed body. The feeling of it spreading throughout her body wasn't all that new to her. It sort of felt like when you sit on your hoof for too long, and it becomes all tingly. Her knees buckled from the feeling, and from the fact that she didn't know how to stand like this.

"How did Death Strike not fall over when I made him an Archangel?" Twilight thought out loud to herself.

With a quick thought, she transformed back into her Equestrian form, right before Silence showed up.

"Mistress, what have you done?"

"It's simple. I've made myself an Archangel."

"Never before has a living being been made into an Archangel, and the Embodiment of Magic at that. The shockwaves from your actions will be felt across all of reality, Mistress."

"What do you mean?"

"Archangels are never supposed to have their own magic. That's the reason we are made from the dead. We are nothing but souls in artificial bodies. It allows us to use parasitic magic, as all undead can."

Quickly performing a magical scan on herself, Twilight ascertained that she had the modified genetic code that allowed for the use of Parasitic magic.

Focusing on Silence again, she spoke, "I am still capable of Parasitic magic, Silence. I simply have my own magic as well. And I still fail to see how this would affect all of reality."

"Were you not fully paying attention when I explained what Archangels were? That Starswirl called us Pillars of Creation?"

"What does that have to do with me affecting reality?"

"YOU IGNORANT CHILD! If you understood even a single thing about the undead, you'd know that our parasitic magic is what keeps us alive! What allows us to ignore the laws of reality! When one combines the ability to ignore reality with the amount of raw magical power you have, change is inevitable! This is the closest anybody, pony or otherwise, has gotten to godhood!"

Silence suddenly calmed down, "The consequences of your actions cannot be avoided, and I fear that they may arrive sooner than we'd like. I shall inform the rest of the Archangels of this development, and we will follow the necessary protocols to make sure this doesn't affect the general population of this planet. I only hope we aren't too late."

Twilight stopped him before he could leave, "What do you mean, necessary protocols? You planned for this specific scenario?"

"I didn't. Starswirl did. He knew the ramifications of what his spell would do, and laid the groundwork for a plan that he believed would protect this world from any external threat that may be attracted by the massive amount of power the spell would create in the target."

"External threat? What could be out there that classifies as an external threat? A bunch of lifeless rocks?"

Silence facehoofed, "Do you honestly believe we are alone in this universe? What about that activity you saw near the Horsehead Nebula?"

"Of course we're alone. And that was probably just a meteor storm passing through."

"You really are ignorant. If you'll excuse me, I must notify the other Archangels, though they no doubt already figured out what happened. In the mean time, go talk with Luna. Tell her I said to take you to the Observatory. She'll understand."

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Archangel Headquarters. Again, ask Luna. She'll explain where, and what, it is to you."

Before Twilight could ask any more questions, Silence disappeared. Instead of immediately leaving to talk to Luna, like she'd normally do, Twilight just sat down. There were too many things she had to wrap her mind around.

How could her becoming an Archangel affect reality as much as Silence had said? What did he mean when he said that they weren't alone in the universe, and how did he know about the activity near the Horsehead Nebula? Most importantly, what was the Observatory, and how did Luna figure into everything?

Making up her mind, Twilight stood up and performed a magical search for Luna. Finding her, she teleported out of the room.