Black Magic. It’s been suppressed for so long that it’s only spoken of in foals tales. It’s forbidden, and for good reason. And sometimes… sometimes it’s the only way to defend against the things that threaten Equestria and my friends.
Thankfully, I’m not alone in this. I’m but one of many, one of the Starcloaks, those who bear the burden of the forbidden arts in service to Equestria. But we must find balance, else the very forces that we would use to protect Equestria tear us apart.
Reading the first story is not required in any way. It'll add to the experience, but if I've done my job, this story should stand on its own.
What is it like to be a Gary-Stu? And what happens if you were one for years, only to change into a normal pony? How would those who once mindlessly "loved" you react?
Black Magic. Restricted, forbidden, and suppressed so harshly that it’s only known in fables. But sometimes it’s the only way to defend against the monsters that plague Equestria. That's our job. I just hope a Starcloak can have a normal life too