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I stood there shocked. Twilight had warned me about the dark magic my rage was producing. But to hear it from Sombra…

I knew there was only one thing to do.

My emotions had to be used to produce pure magic—the magic that could reveal the fifth princess.

I drew my arms in close to myself and concentrated. At first I conjured up an image of Twilight but quickly realized that remembering her only increased my righteous anger over her wounds. (Not that righteous anger is wrong, but even righteous fury could become impure rage quickly and produce yet more dark magic.) Instead I focused on memories of the wonderful village of Ponyville that I had entered. I remembered the slumber party with the Mane Six. I laughed as I remembered Rarity trying to figure out how to give me a "hooficure" (made difficult because I lacked hooves). I remembered Pinkie making me a tray of frosted fluffy cupcakes. Applejack racing me in circles around the library. Fluttershy teaching me to sing popular Equestrian songs. Rainbow Dash performing flying tricks for our pleasure. Twilight with her quill and the slumber party fun checklist.

Opening one eye, I glanced down at the amulet. To my joy, a soft golden glow was forming inside the necklace and preparing to spread out.

"Keep concentrating," I told myself and refocused on the pleasant memories. Even through my closed eyes I could tell the glow was increasing.

SCREECH!

I opened my eyes and hit the ground just in time to avoid being dive-bombed by what seemed to be a black hawk. He was made from the same smoke-like material the shadow ponies had been. But unlike them, he didn't seem afraid of the light coming from my necklace.

Panicking, I pulled back further into the shadows to hide. But I hadn't realized that a creature born of the night sees perfectly in darkness.

Besides, wearing a glowing alicorn necklace has a way of making someone stand out in darkness.

An instant later I felt smoky feathers brushing my cheeks. With a shriek of horror I ran back into the street and spread my wings to fly. I had to escape.

But to my horror, the dark magic that had overtaken Canterlot was so prevalent, so powerful, and so utterly HEAVY that my wings were almost useless. It was like trying to swim with two waterlogged mattresses attached to my arms. Like it or not, I was trapped.

My panic increased; suddenly I felt physically weaker. A glance at my necklace told me its light—and its magic—was drawing back inside it.

"NO!" I screamed in half terror, half anger. "Don't! I've got to get out of here! I need the magic! NO!"

As my emotions ran rampant I felt my pony anthro strength returning. With an enormous effort, I pumped my incredibly heavy wings as hard as I could and realized I was levitating about an inch off the ground. The harder I pumped my wings, to my amazement, the lighter they seemed to become. Soon I was soaring triumphantly through the darkened sky, laughing. The hawk that had been attacking me suddenly cowered in fear and fled.

Puzzled by this but not stopping to figure it out, I flew as fast as I could out of that sinister dark cloud and back into the light of day. I was furious now. All I could think of was how much I hated King Sombra, how much I wanted revenge for what he had done to the Mane Six (especially Twilight), how much I wanted to find the fifth alicorn princess and watch her dive at him as terror filled his dark eyes—

What was I thinking?!

I slapped myself. "Snap out of it, Tara!" I scolded aloud. I had already wielded enough dark magic.

Suddenly a soft rumbling sound from the necklace worried me even more. The necklace was sparking with magic—but not alicorn magic.

This magic took the form of tiny black-purple bolts of lightning that snaked around and around the body of the fifth princess.

"Oh no…"

I quickly began singing that song Twilight had taught me and soon the necklace returned to normal. But now I was desperate. Every time my emotions got out of hand, more of the alicorn magic took the form of dark magic.

I was in control of the most powerful thing in Equestria.

I couldn't abuse it.