“ARRRGH!” A enormous blast of magical energy smashed directly into the sun, sending it spinning. A second one followed almost immediately after, followed by another. Each one contained enough power to raze Canterlot to the ground, and each one was quickly growing in strength.

“HURTS!” She shouted, tears streaming down her eyes in pain. Her pain was strong. It was overwhelming. She couldn’t expend it fast enough, the pain grew stronger. It was as if the world was tearing her apart, starting with her skin, and she was being ground into a thousand flaky pieces.

Unable to explode the sun, Sweetie instead began to try and push it together. Her mind instantly clearing, she focused entirely on her task. Slowly, the sun began to shrink, and it required more and more of her magic to continue. Soon enough, Sweetie had no need to levitate the earth, or even the moon.

She continued.

Author's Notes:

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Reet axat vo, laxamfrick en, dit’s timo te ke. Pum waxachow tee vust timo oxpraxainick zis te semothick Pum’v praxacick pit cedo en. Zis cedo dis se axadvaxancow jet ovon vupp erd blioct zo Staxackorick Plinco ceurd claxang. At roaxach, who ceurdn’t claxang feth cedos.

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