"Run!" Zecora screamed relentlessly, urging the girls into action.

The shaman and the four friends formulated a plan on their way to the camp for situations which would be much too dangerous for them. Especially the girls. Zecora would use one of her tonics to create a blinding light in form of a little explosion, like a flashbang or ignited magnesium, in order to escape. They just hoped it would be enough to lose their pursuers.

They could hear from behind them the enraged, demonic barks of the Frost Hounds, taking up the hunt for their escaping prey.

"We are lucky that we trained our bodies and stamina for the Friendship Games so much. Otherwise we would've ended up as chew toys for these walking icicles!" Sour Sweet exclaimed with only a slightly harder breath.

"Less. Talk. More. Run!" Indigo Zap scolded between breaths, sparing her strength like the young athlete learned in her training.

"Lemon Zest! The bag with the tonics, fast!" Zecora demanded, still very fit. The continuing chase had the least burden on her body of all, until now.

The girl in question gave the bag to the shaman, who took out a phial with a yellow fluid, threw it behind her and called to the others in warning, "Quickly! Close your nose!"

Sugarcoat wanted to know why, but followed that order in confusion, same as her friends.

A yellow cloud of steam came out of the shattered glass container and started spreading quickly. Lemon, her usual curious self, wanted to know exactly why they should do that. The punishment for disobeying followed instantly and without mercy.

"Urgh! Holy mother of-Urgh!" The girl never covered her face with her hand this quickly, or painfully hard, for that matter. But she couldn't care less in her brief moment of agony. She had to fight the strong urge to vomit and run at the same time.

After a short time, Zecora uncovered her face and started to slow down a little bit, a sly smile on her lips, "I warned you, my young friend. This tonic was specially made for the case of being chased by predators or other unruly creatures. I created this mixture with some herbs, which can create a truly disgusting stench in combination with stagnant water and a lot of sulfur. The perfect weapon to disorient foes who use their nose to find their victims. Quite the weapon I might say." She grinned mischievously.

"Y-yeah, no kidding. I will never disobey you again. Like, ever!" Lemon swore palely, her friends snickered at their fellow Shadowbolt's misfortune.

Filthy Rich was furious. How dared this woman blind him like that? He still saw colorful blotches everywhere.

When he found them he would make them pay, especially the troll. They had a head start, but they couldn't escape his hounds. Frost Hounds were a special breed of demon, made for the hunt. Yes, they... already came back, running in his direction at full speed and were... whining? They ran like death itself was chasing them. He wondered why. What happened? What could be terrible enough to beat four Frost Hounds without a fight?

Filthy Rich continued looking back in the direction where the demonic dogs ran, back to the outpost. But he didn't stop walking. Big mistake, otherwise he would have seen the yellow cloud he ran into.

Then the mother of all stenches hit his nose.

"BY KHOM'S WASTED TAIL! What cruel, sadistic and perverse being created this abomination of a smell!?" he exclaimed in great shock, uttering a colorful mix of curses.

The man rolled around on the ground in agony and forced his hands upon his face. After a few seconds, he stood up and ran back to the base as fast as he could.

Finally the stench in the air disappeared, but he and his clothes were contaminated. He would burn them to ashes. Filthy Rich decided that he would need the best-and most expensive grooming products, soaps and the longest bubble bath of his life to lose this disgusting smell.

The half demon was annoyed, no, furious! His prey escaped, they would warn others about them, they would warn their allies about their base. And worse, it was his fault. He let them escape. Filthy Rich was worried about what Vyndrak would say to his failure. Hopefully he would survive.

A distorted, ear splitting and terrifying scream was heard. Filthy Rich looked up to see what unholy creature could make such noises... oh. It seemed like his colleagues summoned something much bigger this time. The majestic and bulky behemoth flew over his head in the direction of the escaped group of humans. He really wouldn't want to be in their skins right then.

Zecora and the Shadowbolts reached the street and the place where Cheerilee let them out at the beginning. Now they had to return to Ponyville.

"I think we lost them. We have to go back and find these 'Soul Prisons' they used to spread their mind control.” She groaned, “I never would have thought that I would say something like that in my life," Sugarcoat stated, expressionless.

"Calm down, Sugarcoat. We could slip through and are out of danger. For now. What could possibly go wrong?" Indigo Zap said in confidence.

If the girl didn't close her eyes for a few seconds to enjoy their small victory, then she would have seen the panicked look from Lemon Zest. The green-haired girl already had her fair share this day with tempting fate.

A powerful, distorted scream was heard from the direction they came from. Lemon gave her friend a loathing look, nobody saw it.

"W-what was that!? Great. We're in trouble again, aren't we?" Sour Sweet asked, annoyed.

A big shadow blocked out the sun for a short time and something landed forcefully in front of them on the street. A lot of dust and wind were created by whatever arrived, so the group had to close their eyes. As they opened them again and the dust was gone, they could see the new creature in all its glory.

"Hmm. I regret now that I didn't create more than one dose of stench tonic. But I fear that it might not be enough for something like this," Zecora said nervously.

The girls could only nod their heads in fateful agreement.

Before them stood a hungry looking hippogriff, but much bigger and more menacing than described in the myths.

It had a height of 13 feet and muscles at the right places to look strong, massive, and very athletic, but elegant despite its big body. Its forelegs ended with, judging by the orange colored scales protecting them, sharp bird-like claws with four digits; Three in the front and a small one on the back of the claw. On the front of the forelegs, starting at the beginning of the claw up to the upper body, were vividly colored feathers, instead of scales, in indigo, slate grey and teal. The three colors were arranged in changing patterns, which gave the creature a majestic look.

The same plumage covered the hippogriff's upper body, from the head, over the wings and to the middle of its body where the feathers slowly became smaller until the lower half of its body started. The wings themselves were long and graceful, but strongly built to cover long distances. The entire topside of the wings was slate grey, whereas indigo and teal dominated the rest of the wings in beautiful patterns, feather by feather. The thumb bone of the wings was elongated to a sharp, long black thorn-like weapon, sticking out of the the wings, ready to pierce its careless prey. The hippogriff had dark yellow hawk eyes, from indigo feathers covered lion-like ears and a strong indigo colored beak, it looked like a version of the beak of a parrot, but broader and sharper.

It even had a predator's teeth. Yes, much more dangerous than the ‘typical’ hippogriff.

On the top of its head were two sickly yellow colored antlers. They looked similar to the antlers of a male deer, just much more dangerously formed. The lower half of the body looked a little like the body of a horse. It had no feathers, but black long scales, partially surrounded by black fur. The hind legs were well muscled and protected by the scales, too, they ended with slate grey hooves. It had two tails, one black colored horse tail and a long one with teal feathers, which ended with a big feather of a peacock, decorated with a blood red slitted eye. It gave them the creeps, because it could move on its own and looked directly at them, switching between the future meals.

What the group didn't know was that this horrible foe was very aggressive and infused by demonic energy. Rarely was it that someone survived an unprepared encounter with these creatures. They were called: Terrorbeasts.

"Do you think it just wants to be our friend? We are toast..." Sour Sweet stated in a monotone voice.

As if understanding the girl's hopeful question, the Terrorbeast charged them at high speed. That answered it.

"Move!" Zecora shouted to the girls.

They all could dodge in time, because Zecora summoned her mojo and used one little spell to move the earth under them. She could prevent worse things from happening. Sugarcoat escaped with a little, but harmless, cut on her left leg. Without the shaman's help she would have met a painful demise or at least suffered heavy injuries.

"Sugarcoat! Are you OK?!" Indigo demanded to know, greatly worried for her friend.

"Y-yes. Nothing major. I could have sworn that was it for me." Sugarcoat looked gratefully at Zecora, "Thanks for the save." The troll nodded her head in acknowledgment.

"Careful, here it comes again!" Lemon Zest warned this time.

The demonic creature was angry that its meal could dodge, so it switched targets from Sugarcoat, who was standing behind Zecora, to the nearest target, Sour Sweet. It charged once more, this time in a fast advancing low level flight.

"You won't harm these girls, creature!" Zecora announced in determination and shot a concentrated ball of green fire in the way of the being.

It would hit the beast, to the group's delight. But it could dodge despite its size with an elegant maneuver, much to their shock.

"What?!" the shaman exclaimed, fearful for Sour Sweet's life. She couldn't stop the further advancement of the Terrorbeast in time now.

"Sour Sweet!" the girl's friends shouted in panic at the same time.

The moment she knew that she was the next target, the bipolar Shadowbolt immediately started to run for the trees, thinking she would be safe there. Not that it helped much against the fast, agile demon.

The giant predator made itself ready to bite Sour Sweet in two with its mighty beak, opened it and bit in the poor teenager's body to spread her gory insides. She dissolved into white light on contact like she never existed in the first place. The beast was very baffled from that. It looked around frantically in search of its escaped meal.

Most of the group didn't react any less perplexed.

"W-what?! Where is Sour Sweet?" Lemon demanded to know, very confused.

"There she is!" Zecora pointed to the treeline.

Sour Sweet hid herself behind a big tree to their left side. The girl looked astonished herself and didn't understood what just happened.

"H-how am I still alive?! I was sure that freaky-looking thing had me for good, suddenly I was here behind the tree. W-what just happened?" the saved girl queried into the round.

"I guess that was me, or more my Illusion Magic," Sugarcoat, who was not as surprised as the others, replied in an analytical tone.

"What?" Indigo commented intelligently.

"I knew that Sour Sweet wanted to reach that tree and my biggest wish in that moment was that I could do something to distract the strange looking hippogriff to buy her some time. Suddenly my magic awoke and with instinct and some basic knowledge I created an illusion of her behind that tree and switched places of Sour and her copy, made of my magic. It worked, in the end," the glasses wearing girl ended her lecture.

"Way to go, Sugarcoat!" Indigo cheered. Sour Sweet thanked her friend the loudest.

"You have a truly useful ability," Zecora concurred, smiling.

"I have a plan to confuse it, too." Sugarcoat created one illusion of every of her friends, including Zecora, and herself.

"Indigo, use 'Zap-Attack'!" Lemon Zest ordered her friend's copy dramatically.

The original girl in question just looked with a ‘what the hell are you doing?’ expression at the music loving Shadowbolt. But the magical clone itself didn't react at all.

"Sorry Lemon, but my magic just takes orders from me, it seems," Sugarcoat confessed with an apologetic smile.

Lemon pouted.

The Terrorbeast watched closely. Suddenly there was even more prey. It would be a feast! The demon charged again, supported by a challenging scream.

"Here it comes again!" Zecora warned anew.

"Go!" Sugarcoat ordered the copies. They obeyed their creator's wish and spread in all directions around the creature.

The demon charged furiously with its highest speed and attacked one clone after another, but it was always disappointed when its prey dissolved into thin air. Now it was really mad and started to follow its original targets again.

They all ran down the street in the direction of Ponyville as fast as they could.

"We have to do something about that monster! We will endanger other humans while that thing is following us!" Sugarcoat shouted over their slowly increasing volume of breathing.

"Sour Sweet had the right idea. It is very big and can't follow us through the thicker parts of the forest. Let's go!" Zecora shared her plan. The others nodded in silent agreement.

They were sure that they were safe in the forest itself. Well there were other predators, yes, but still better than their new friend. There was just one problem they didn't know yet.

A Terrorbeast wasn't only named a Terrorbeast because of its size, strength, agility or speed, but because of another two abilities, too. In its fury, the being decided to use one of them now. Its breath.

Zecora saw it out of the periphery of her eyes.

"Stop!" the troll urged her young friends and created a bubble made of ocean blue water around them. Nearly too late. Zecora's shield saved them from being roasted alive.

Black flames came out of the creature's beak and set the street around them on fire, melting the tar. Luckily it just hit the broad road and not the forest around them. The team didn't need a forest fire to boot.

"Oh, come on! Can't we have a bloody break?! How can we escape now? It would just burn down the forest! We can't go there anymore," Sour Sweet stated the first part of her opinion in great anger and the second part in desperation.

"That is indeed a problem. I have only a few abilities and not very much for the fight. I can't damage this thing when it always dodges. Sugarcoat's illusion won't save us again when it uses its breath, now on everyone from a distance instead of charging directly. Furthermore, I can only use and expand my Water Shield ability to protect you when you are near me," the shaman explained with a racing mind, trying to come up with a battle plan.

Their hunter was ready to shoot another load of fire, when suddenly Indigo Zap stepped in front of them, furious, "I. Have had. ENOUGH of you!"

The girl outstretched her hand in the direction of the Terrorbeast and much to the... 'shock' of everyone, including the demon, brilliant dark blue lightning flew from her palm and met the incoming black flames halfway. Both abilities clashed and created a little explosion in the air.

"Cool!" Lemon screamed in celebration.

Little sparks of electricity around her hand, still, Indigo looked in awe at the with magic surrounded part of her body, "Ha! I'm even more awesome now! My Lightning Magic will come in handy. Take that, you overgrown half chicken!"

The Shadowbolt shot two more streaks of lightning at the creature and was finally successful with the second one. She landed a hit. The being screamed out in pain and fury. Indigo hit, with much luck, the tip of one wing and it had to land now, at least for a short while.

"Boom! The Lightning Attack hit the Flying Type! It was super effective!" Lemon Zest exclaimed in sheer excitement. The others looked at the girl in irritation.

Since the last two weeks she was pushing her newly found hobby of playing this ridiculous game onto them. She gave once an explanation when they met in the mall and confronted the music lover about said passion.

Lemon slammed her hands on the table to make her point, "Girls, you don’t understand! I found a little shop where I went in afterwards and saw this cool new game. It was only released recently and there were tons of different looking animals, even some very strange ones or made of rocks or metal!

Sugarcoat drank her smoothie without fail the whole time, but decided to share her opinion about that after listening to their bickering for the last five minutes, “I don’t understand you. What is so great about this game?”

Lemon gave a happy smile, “Dude, it’s all about the adventures! They fight each other as they are helping to defeat the pets of their respective owners, some humans called 'Monster Trainer'. The fights were cool, but sometimes very brutal. I kinf of felt bad for the poor guys. They are carried and trapped in some tiny little balls with different colors, so that they couldn't escape their masters. But hey, it’s just a game, so who gives, right?”

Indigo snorted, “I know a few people who would gladly disagree with you. So what? Do these things have anything special about them?”

The green-haired teenager sat down again on her chair like a normal person, “I’m glad you ask. You see, they represent different types of elements. Each type has other types as weaknesses or it is super effective against them. But sometimes it makes absolutely no sense. I mean, come on, a cute little Fairy Type beats the strong, big bad Dragon Type? What a joke! But back to my point. For example Flying Type monsters have ice, rock and electricity as weaknesses. Those are like super effective! Oh yes! I nearly forgot. The one who catches them all and defeats all other Trainers and their imprisoned monsters will earn the title of the 'Monster Master' or somethin'. Neat, right?" Lemon Zest finished her description.

The others weren't amused at all.

It was more in opposite, they were disturbed by the terrible game. Innocent animals who never hurt anyone would be imprisoned and taken away from their home, friends and family against their will, just so they can fight in some merciless battles? For the enjoyment of humans or for proving to each other who is better? Better in what? A competition for the title: ‘Who is the best slaver?’?

What sick being would create such a horrible concept to gain money with? Worse, who would buy and support something like that? Humans, who like animal abuse? Perverts, who like to kick little innocent puppies? All animal rights groups would have a field day with that. Even the intelligent demon, consisting out of some animals, was highly disgusted.

A silent promise was made between them after being reminded of it. They would never tell Fluttershy about the existence of such a game that promoted pure evil. The poor, kind soul would break down crying and have nightmares for years to come.

But they had bigger concerns right now, literally.

The grounded hippogriff really had it with these pesky little beings. If direct assaults and its breath wouldn't be enough, then it would use its last ability.

Besides, its prey was more dangerous than it thought. That lightning attack on the wing had hurt. The second, longer tail with the red slitted eye began to glow in a sinister blood red. A magical black circle appeared under the demon. The resulting darkness infused its body and it began to change.

It grew in size from 13 to 15 feet. Its muscles grew even more, but it kept its athletic and agile appearance. The antlers were enlarged and the sharp ends pointed all to the front now. The eyes changed from dark yellow to crimson and every teal feather changed to white and indigo to gold. Its beak was further elongated and changed to gold, too. On the topside of the beak came into existence a long, poison green colored horn. It looked a little like the horn of a rhinoceros. The hooves and claws not only grew in size, but on them emerged sharp, translucent crystals. Lastly, the eye on the feather closed itself slowly and lost all its color. it turned literally to stone inside the living feather. The true Terrorbeast was born.

The group was horrified and Sugarcoat, who was normally very educated and well-mannered in her choice of words, summed up their situation perfectly, "Bloody. Hell."

"Wow, the street is cracking under its weight," Lemon muttered.

"That isn't good at all. I guess that is its final stage. Look, the red eye closed itself on the tail and turned to stone," Zecora pointed out.

Sugarcoat created more illusions of their team, one for everyone and three for herself. she sent them toward the beast in the hope that it would charge directly again like the first time, so they would have more time to think about a plan. She was tired from the overuse of her magic in such a short time.

The Terrorbeast looked annoyed at the illusions. It wouldn't fall twice for this trick. It sent the copies flying against the street or surrounding trees with powerful wing beats. No copy survived the little mini-hurricane. The magician fell to her knees, magic overuse leaving her nearly exhausted.

"Sugarcoat, are you alright?" Lemon inquired in worry, kneeling besides her friend to help.

"Y-yes, only a little tired," she replied bravely.

"Ah, magical exhaustion. You used too much magic in a short time. No wonder. You discovered your abilities minutes ago," the troll shaman mused.

"Come on! Why can't this thing feel anything else than the wish to eat us!? It's so tiring. I wish we could somehow influence it to go back where it came from," Sour Sweet stated. Suddenly her eyes started to glow in all colors of the rainbow, one after one, until they returned to normal.

"Oho! Sour Sweet got some neat new magic, I just know it!" Lemon exclaimed in excitement.

"That was... freaky. But I have my magic now, yes. You are right Lemon, it's called Emotion Magic. Finally! it's time to kick some monster-butt!" Sour Sweet explained enthusiastically.

Her eye color changed from its usual moderate indigo to royal purple. It represented 'confusion'. She shot a purple beam of magic out of her glowing palm upon their foe.

"Take that you freak! And leave us alone, please!" Sour Sweet shouted.

The demon considered which victim it would attack first. One of them could shoot fire and seemed to have other abilities, too. One could use lightning and one created copies. It would attack this one first. They all together could pose a danger.

Then it saw how one of the two it thought of as harmless attacked with a purple beam of light, but it didn't look dangerous at all. The Terrorbeast was confident that it could withstand the attack with its bigger body.

The beam hit and in some way it was right. It didn't harm the body, but the mind. Out of nowhere, the demon felt highly disoriented and stumbled to the left and right, shaking its head desperately to regain control of its senses. It screamed in fury, annoyance and a little uneasiness.

The moment they saw that the being was out of it because of Sour Sweet's magic, they decided to attack.

"Indigo! Try to aim for the weaker parts of the creature. The head and wings. I will attack it now with more of my fire," Zecora ordered immediately. The girl in question nodded.

"I can still use some of my remaining energy to create one or two illusions when someone is in trouble. I will save you with a switched illusion in this case. Sour Sweet, use more of your purple magic, whatever it is, and keep it under control," Sugarcoat added in a hurry.

"Alright! I will give my best," Sour Sweet answered. Her eyes were purple still.

"Hey! I want to do something, too," Lemon pouted, mock-insulted. "Oh, I know! I will cheer you on," she stated simply.

But the others didn't hear her anymore. They already started attacking. Zecora shot two fast fireballs at its chest, setting the feathers on fire, which made the monster scream in anger and slight fear. Indigo zapped the right wing with lightning, destroying some of the feathers and even one of the thorns.

The demon was maybe disoriented, but not blind. It saw them and used its demonic fire breath to attempt turning Zecora into ash. Sugarcoat saved her with quick reactions, creating a double of the troll beside her and switched them out, not a moment too soon.

"Thanks, my friend," Zecora whispered relievedly for only the teenager to hear.

"No problem," Sugarcoat replied shortly. She was now more out of breath. The girl with the twin-tails had maybe one illusion left.

"Indi! Incoming from your left!" Lemon Zest shouted from behind.

The with an eye twitching athlete shot herself in the air with lightning-empowered feet, dodging in this way the swing of a claw. She landed safely back on the ground.

Without her friend's warning she wouldn't have seen it in time, the girl couldn't count on Sugarcoat or Zecora in this moment. Both of them were occupied, too. The being breathed fire again, but because of its confusion without aim and they could dodge with a strong jump to the left. Sugarcoat could have sworn she smelled something, her hair was slightly singed, luckily nothing caught fire.

Sour Sweet shot one purple beam after another, a fault from her side. She forgot Zecora's short lecture about magical exhaustion. The sudden tiredness surprised the girl. She stumbled and fell to the ground. Unfortunately, she landed with the right leg on melted and strongly heated tar, results from earlier attacks of the demon.

"AAHHHH!" Sour Sweet screamed in great pain. The tar burned the skin on her leg and gave her at least first degree burns.

The others heard their friend's outcries, but much worse, the Terrorbeast heard it, too. It broke out of its confusion and looked now down upon easy prey. It attacked immediately with the green horn on its beak. It shot a green fluid that would have killed the girl, but Zecora was there in time. The moment she heard her scream, she knew that Sour Sweet had bigger problems. The shaman charged with all the speed and strength she could muster to her fallen ally and closed the distance very quickly. She erected a water shield above them and the green fluid hit shortly after. It made hissing noises upon contact with their protection and ate without problem through the road beneath it in seconds. Highly concentrated acid, it turned out.

"I'm here for you," the troll whispered to the still screaming girl in a calming voice. She used the healing effect of her water aspect and soothed the pain a little bit.

"T-thank you Zecora." Sour Sweet hugged the troll.

She calmed down and the pain was much more bearable after the shaman's treatment. Zecora smiled warmly.

"How dare you!" Indigo Zap shouted at the beast in anger.

She shot again with Lightning, but not bolts like before, but one big beam of magic infused electricity. The beast tried to dodge with all the speed and agility it could muster, but couldn't escape completely, because the girl was nearly in front of it. Both of its tails were annihilated from the attack and some lightning jumped on its right hind leg, creating a big bleeding flesh wound on the thigh.

It exhausted the Shadowbolt completely, but in her mind, it was totally worth it. "Hehe. Gotcha," she taunted in a mere whisper.

Indigo fell to the ground, lying there immobile. The girl was unconscious.

Now the Terrorbeast was truly mad. These little things were causing much more trouble for it than they were worth. But the demon wouldn't retreat without killing at least the one who hurt it the most, Indigo Zap. It slashed with all its might at the girl's body, destroying the entire road completely and causing a small earthquake. Again, it didn't work, much to the creature's endless fury.

Indigo lay in the same position like before on the ground, unconscious and not moving, but now beside a very tired Sugarcoat, who didn't fare much better. The girl lay beside her friend, but still conscious.

"That was the-” Sugarcoat took deep breaths, “-last thing I could do," she stated, completely exhausted herself.

The demon knew that they were helpless now. That would be its chance to kill two at the same time. So it took it. The Terrorbeast took a deep breath, to burn them alive with black flames. Zecora wanted to intervene, but she was too exhausted after using so much mojo. Especially the healing spell. And no tonic she made would stop such a great and enraged foe. Sour Sweet couldn't concentrate enough on her magic because of the still not quite numb pain in her leg.

It breathed out and the flames flew mercilessly in the direction of its victims. The Terrorbeast gave this attack more of its power. It felt and looked clearly exhausted now.

But someone never used any magic at all since everything started, and was fit still.

A big wall, made of shadows, emerged in front of the endangered duo. It stopped the breath, shattering in process.

"I don't think so, dude!" Lemon Zest exclaimed, now very serious.

Her usual smile was gone. She didn't take kindly to those who wanted to kill her friends.

"Wait, that doesn't make any freaking sense! You are a loud, carefree and mostly happy, rock-music listening teenage-girl! How can you use something evil like dark magic? From what Sunset Shimmer mentioned, only malicious beings use that kind of thing!" Sour Sweet questioned her friend extremely baffled. Zecora and Sugarcoat were curious, too.

Lemon looked with a sad smile in Sour Sweet and Zecora's direction, "I guess you misunderstand something there. Let me explain. Baconhair stated that some kinds of magic are declared as 'Dark Magic', because they count as dangerous or 'evil'. But she explained to us, too, that she didn't know herself why they count as dark exactly. Only that her rulers said so and because of negative examples in their history.”

She crossed her arms under her chest and glared at nobody in particular, “And why? Just because something can be dangerous? That's so not cool and stupid in my book. Yes Sour, I can use Shadow Magic now, but I don't suddenly feel more evil or something like that. When I don't have my morning coffee, then I'm grumpy, but I feel great at the moment. So don't worry."

Besides, the little voice who told her that she had this power now didn't sound like some evil world conqueror dude who was imprisoned in her head and wanted sweet sweet revenge now. That would be cliche. Or maybe magic worked differently on their world and didn't drive a person to Loco Island. Who knew?

She cotinued in her more known, easy-going nature, "My point is, I really don't think that magic on its own can be evil. It always depends how the one who wields such power uses it in the end. Magic will be declared as 'evil' because of the harmful effects it creates, but in end it wasn't really responsible. I mean, come on. I saved two of our besties. That's not evil at all.”

That didn’t answer Sour Sweet’s question.

Lemon saw her friend’s distrustful body language, “Why can I use this magic? I don't know. OK, maybe I have a little idea why, but that isn't important right now," she voiced her opinion with a disarming smile.

"Wise words indeed, Lemon Zest. You are right, but some magic exists solely for nefarious purposes, remember that. Pure magic on its own has no evil intent or will to harm, but some forms serve this purpose. Some magic attacks, hurts or even kills to prevent others from stealing ancient treasures for example. Other forms exist to spread suffering in the form of curses. In the very end it just obeys its nature, the purpose it was created for, nothing more," Zecora supported the green-haired girl.

The demon meanwhile was positively furious and had to catch its breath after another wasteful use of energy. Another enemy?! If it knew the danger from the beginning, it would have used another approach and killed them easily. But the Terrorbeast underestimated its prey. It couldn't run very well with three legs and most feathers were burned or destroyed, so it couldn't fly anymore either.

It refused to give up though, shortly before its victory. Four of five were exhausted and couldn't fight back anymore. They would be easy to kill. Only one threat remained. The Terrorbeast charged with its last vestiges of strength in Lemon Zest's direction to end the girl's life with its claws. Well, as fast as it could with only three functioning legs. And it had a long way before it reached Lemon.

150 meters left.

"Lemon Zest!" Zecora, Sour Sweet and Sugarcoat screamed in fear for their savior’s and friend's life.

The magician in question sighed in disappointment, “Sorry buddy. I would have let you go, but you wanted it the hard way," she stated with finality.

The Shadowbolt did the first part of her group's name credit and focused her entire Shadow Magic in one attack. She didn't know much about it, just basic knowledge, as was the case with everyone else. But she knew enough so that she could assemble and shape darkness in one place in a form of her choice in a certain range, it just needed enough time and concentration.

Lemon chose a point five meter in front of her. A dark pool of fluid darkness with a diameter of one meter appeared at her chosen place.

The demon advanced further, hungry eyes on its victim.

120 meters left.

"I will tell you something, I have this neat ability. It's called, Shadow Lance. There are two ways I can use it," she started to whisper, not happy at all how things went.

The behemoth moved in average speed for a being its size, limping heavily and determined to end the life of its last standing enemy.

100 meters left.

"First, I create a long lance in my hand, made of my darkness, and enhance the chosen hand with more magic to give me a power boost. I can toss the lance at very high speed, but not so much precision, so it's more luck if I hit something, to be honest. It costs me less magic," Lemon explained stoically.

The giant hippogriff stumbled again, ignoring the pain in its body. It was fueled by rage and lust for blood.

60 meters left.

"Then I have to use much more magic and concentrate my darkness at a chosen point beforehand. It assembles there in form of a little pool, like a puddle of water, and gets thicker in time until the lance is ready. This ability has a secondary effect; I can't toss it myself, but I don't need to. I can create a crosshair with my magic on my chosen target, the Shadow Mark, again under limited range. The lance, which comes out of the darkness, will be very fast, too. An accuracy of 100%. It will hit its mark, without question," she continued, glaring at the charging beast with stubborn resistance.

It was hungry, so hungry. No more attacks, just a simple meal. One bite with its mighty beak would be more than enough for the job. It was ready to devour the still standing ex-student of Crystal Prep. The proud demon ignored the assembled darkness beneath it and didn't feel how the elegantly-formed black crosshair came into existence on its unprotected throat.

10 meters left.

"Sorry," Lemon finished lamely. She snapped her fingers. The lance came straight out of the shadows to take its target's life, like a shot from the most efficient ballista ever.

The terrifying predator opened its beak and lowered the head to fill its stomach. It never saw it coming, or could have known that the death sentence was already signed. The lance hit through its mark, directly into the brain.

Out of shock from the sudden attack on the throat, it reared its head high into the air and screeched out a last deafening cry of death before it fell down on its left side, never endangering the unmoving Lemon Zest at all. The ground quaked from the impact. The mighty Terrorbeast had found its end.

Lemon Zest fell down to the ground, panting heavily. She had to make the protecting wall extra strong to match the last breath's power. The rest of her magic was depleted from her Shadow Lance.

"Lemon, that was AMAZING!" Sour Sweet congratulated happily. She limped a little because of her injured leg.

"Truly, I've rarely felt that much tension before in my life. You saved not only us, but the citizens of Ponyville, too," Zecora agreed proudly. "We will deal with the Soul Prisons when we have recovered."

"HEY! I'm happy like you, but could someone be so kind as to help Indigo and me here? We worked hard, too, you know?" Sugarcoat announced, annoyed and still lying on the ground from the excessive use of her power.

The other three laughed, much to the girl's irritation.

“If I could actually move...” the prone girl growled.

"I think we have had enough excitement for one day, surely. Let us return to Ponyville. Cheerilee will already be worried and she won't feel at peace until we are back," the shaman stated the fact, tired herself.

"Meh. How bad-" Lemon Zest almost said, but was interrupted.

“LEMON!” her friends shouted.

“Sorry! Withdraw,” she said with a silly grin, knocking on a nearby tree just in case.

"Where are they?!" Cheerilee shouted in frustration and worry.

Zecora and the girls were gone for six hours by now. Six hours! They should have been back a long time ago, at least two or three hours. Why didn't they return already? Did they start a fight with someone? Seriously, it made the fuchsia-haired woman nervous.

"What should I do if they won't come back? I have to go to Sweet Apple Acres and ask for help. Yes, the principals are there. They'd know what to do," Cheerilee said to herself to calm down her nerves.

The ex CHS-teacher was wandering around in Zecora's shop a long time. She tried to relax, but couldn't. Something had to happen.

Someone knocked at the door.

"Finally! Zecora you have much to explain and I don't care if you are taller or stronger or use mojo!" Silence. "Hey! Are you even listening, you-" Cheerilee opened the door just to see a person she didn't know at all.

The woman in front of her was the very definition of beautiful. Quite exotic, too. And she wore a wonderfully crafted royal purple robe, which hugged her figure perfectly. She couldn’t help herself and blushed a little.

"G-good afternoon, w-welcome to Zecora's Herb Paradise. My name is Ms. Cheerilee, standing in temporarily. What can I do for you, Ms...?"

A bright and kind smile adorned the woman’s face, "My name is Luviel Dawnseeker. I am an Emerald Elf, in case you are wondering, my dear human. How you can help me remains to be seen, still. I'm here, because I research the magical arts and I felt strong wards, made by a shaman. Their origin led me here to this lovely home. Tell me, are you the apprentice of this 'Zecora'? Is she human, too? That would be remarkable, because humans have normally only one talent, as far as I know, and never had two humans exactly the same ability. Moreover, shamans can control fire, earth, water and wind, so it wouldn't count as only one talent. I would love to study this rarity. I'm quite good in researching magic-related topics. So tell me, please. Are you now a shaman or not?" Luviel fired one question after another, eager to learn something new.

"No, no! She is a troll shaman. I just take care of her home as long as she is gone. Zecora is an old friend of mine. She and... friends of ours are on a personal mission. Something about Camp Everfree, but I don't know any details," Cheerilee replied with wide eyes.

She saw the sour expression on the elf's face.

"Is something wrong, Ms. Dawnseeker?"

Her question was answered when the exotix beauty finished her line of thoughts, "Just Luviel is fine and yes, I am worried about your friends, if what you are saying is true, because this 'Camp Everfree' doesn't exist anymore. The camp and sadly their co-directors, too, fell victim to the Adepts of Khom," the Emerald Elf answered darkly. "I will explain to you what I know, but before I do that, please tell me about yourself, friend." At the end of the sentence, the redhead smiled warmly again.

Cheerilee told her a little about herself and why she waited here for Zecora and the girls. She would have provided tea or something else to drink, but didn't entirely trust Zecora's new taste. Besides, all labels were written in some strange language; it had to be Tro'ju, she surmised.

Luviel gave Cheerilee a short summary of her own encounters. She told her how she met Vyndrak and Filthy Rich, about the fate of the camp, her own observations, that it was now an outpost for the warlocks, Filthy Rich's new role, Gloriosa and Timber, and lastly how they started to summon demons.

"That's horrible!" Cheerilee shouted in a mix of disgust, fear and anger.

The poor co-directors! This woman even said that they were brother and sister, ended with their souls literally ripped out. Now the former teacher of CHS was really worried about the others. What if they met these Adepts of Khom? Or worse, real living demons? She didn't want to think about it.

Luviel seemed to see the rising panic on the woman's face, because the elf put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, "Don't worry too much about them. I would have felt it if Vyndrak would have used his magic again to take innocent souls. Such dark and sinister spells leave an unpleasant... 'imprint', you might say. We Emerald Elves feel the use of higher powers, stronger when the purpose is negative and nefarious, because of said imprint," she explained with a small smile. She was sure that her little lecture would help the poor woman's mentality.

But Cheerilee wouldn't calm down. In fact, it didn't make her feel better at all, "How can you say something like that?! For all I know they are already hurt or worse! I will go there immediately and help them!" Before she could take a further step, Luviel positioned herself between the door and the eager woman.

"Are you serious? From what you told me just now you are no magician yourself. That being said, the warlocks I mentioned to you? You know, the soul stealing fanatics I told you about? They would eat you alive. Perhaps literally. So please, calm down and have faith in your fellow humans," Luviel scolded.

"B-but the students, they are-" the educator tried to mention her thoughts, but Luviel gave her no ground.

"They are in good hands. This 'Zecora' seems to be a capable shaman. You should trust in her judgment and her magical abilities, or ‘mojo’, as trolls are calling it. Besides, we have our own task to accomplish." the elf said in a mysterious tone.

"'We'?" Cheerilee inquired nervously, unsure if she liked where this was going.

Luviel’s smile intensified in sweetness, "Of course my dear! I explained to you what the warlocks did to the former directors of the camp, Vyndrak stole the siblings' souls and abused them for his goals. A Soul Prison can only work most effectively as a receiver for the spell they cast when they place them on the highest points of the chosen place.”

Realization took place in the human’s eyes, “So you are to take care of these abominations?” She sighed in relief, “That’s good to hear.”

The Emerald Elf nodded briefly. “Indeed. I came here for two reasons: Firstly, I needed someone who could help me to orient myself here in Ponyville to find the highest places and I didn't trust the other humans in this town, because they are already mostly under their control. Secondly, I hoped to find and convince the shaman to help me with destroying the prisons and freeing these poor souls. I'm very sure that the crystals are guarded by demons and I don't know how strong they are," Luviel finished her explanation with an innocent smile.

"W-what?! As you already stated, I have no magic. Why do I have to help?" Cheerilee asked, irritated.

The elf sighed in frustration, “I watched Camp Everfree from the distance to make sure that Vyndrak wouldn't harm the other humans. After they were gone and safe I didn't expect him to return with his own force, nor that he wanted the camp for himself. He just told me that he planned to find Filthy Rich, nothing more. And I needed my spell dagger back, so I helped him.”

But the teacher at heart didn’t want to give up so easily, “Ms. Dawnseeker. I’m confident that you can tackle all your problems on your own. From what I heard you are a very capable woman. You just have to believe in your abilities, that’s all.”

Luviel chuckled dryly, “I’m immune to such tactics. The problem is more that these other adepts may be 'only' foot soldiers, but they are still warlocks and I couldn't attack this many alone. Later, I wasn’t able to follow them too closely as they hid the crystals when Filthy Rich brought them into the town, because they summoned two Frost Hounds at this point. I had to be very careful so that they didn't pick up my scent. Those little demons are annoying, I can promise you that. The second problem was Vyndrak himself, or 'Punisher Vyndrak', as his full title goes, who accompanied Filthy Rich. He alone can give me a worthy and tiring fight. I couldn't risk it with this many demons and warlocks at once.”

Cheerilee smiled nervously, “A-and that means?”

“So in order to make it right again I plan to free this town from their mind control and save the suffering souls. Do we have a deal?" the Emerald Elf asked hopefully.

"OK, OK… but you still didn't tell me how I could help you," the human woman replied in defeat. Her head was hanging low by now.

"Here." Luviel gave the fuchsia-haired woman her spell dagger with its emerald green blade, "This weapon can serve a few purposes. One of them is to disrupt the magic of demons and warlocks. I'm sure Vyndrak doesn't know about it, otherwise he would have tried to destroy the dagger. At least it will work for a few spells and curses. The Soul Prison counts among them. I know you are wondering how and why, but let us just say that my kingdom has its fair share of demon problems in the moment and we don't go deeper into it for now. The point is that you are using this dagger on the prisons to free the soul. Just hold the blade onto the crystal for some time and it should work. Meanwhile, I will stop the demons from attacking you. Are you OK with that?"

Cheerilee knew exactly why she never liked Daring Do books. Adventures were much too unhealthy.

The insane woman, so the educator thought of the elf, wore an elegant red cloak to hide her face and body from other humans as they entered the Ponyville Cathedral, one of the two biggest places in town.

The cathedral itself was built in the Roman style. The building had round arches of white marble, arched windows of brown noble wood, pillars with blocky chapters, cubelike capitals and citadel-like walls with emphasized massive amounts of stone, carefully crafted to give it an admirable look.

Cheerilee asked one of the priests where the way to the campanile was, but he dismissed her after Luviel interrupted some kind of mind influencing curse with the help of her dagger, saying that the tower would be off-limits for visitors nowadays. The tower would be closed because of ‘technical problems’ and he wandered off, but he showed which door would lead upstairs to the highest point of the cathedral without thinking about it to get his point across.

They went upstairs when the duo was sure, that nobody was looking. They reached a second door, this time closed, with a sign that said:

No admittance!!!
The campanile is off-limits for an indefinite time. For further informations please inquire at the office.

"No problem, I have my own key," the Emerald Elf said coyly.

Luviel's hand was encased in swirling green colored magic. She put her hand upon the wooden door and it opened of its own accord, ripping the lock out. Cheerilee looked shocked at the elf.

An innocent smile was on her lips, "Oh, I forgot to mention that. We Emerald Elves have a natural connection to the forests we live in. That means the entirety of the flora, trees included. It is maybe just a door out of ebony wood, but it's still wood. You could say I 'convinced' the door to let me in. And no, it doesn't work on every kind of wood. Like, for example, walls. A door is a little special in this regard," Luviel elucidated smugly.

Cheerilee made a mental note to be careful with wooden doors, just in case.

The two women walked upstairs until they reached a giant room where a big golden ornamented bell, surrounded on either side by two simple smaller silver bells, resided. The top of the campanile. Cheerilee admired the bells and forgot, briefly, the reason why she came in the first place.

Luviel looked around the room and found the dark purple Soul Prison in a corner of the room, guarded by the demon. Or rather, demons. And she really didn't like what kind of demons they were: imps.

Even worse; Lecherous Imps. These demons had a very bad reputation and were even looked down upon from other imp-subspecies because of their simple minded behaviour and endless hunger for sexual activity.

"I found the Soul Prison... and its guardians. Please, for everything that is holy, hurry. I hate these disgusting things." The exotic beauty pointed to the imps as if they were abominations, "These are Lecherous Imps. Nobody likes them, even other demons. They are little perverts of the highest degree who do nothing more than shoot small fireballs at you and make dirty talk. They are even necrophiliacs and like to rape corpses. Nothing is safe from their sexual drive. Do yourself a favor and try to ignore them. I will handle everything. You should free the soul," the elf finished her explanation in pure disgust.

Cheerilee didn't know what to think about that. Were these little things really that awful? She couldn't imagine. How could they be so annoying?

The imps were all only 3'3” tall at the highest. They were skinny, had a little devil tail and neon colored, sharpened eyes. They had grey skin and looked a little misshapen with their bodies, long ears to boot and a very long hooked nose.

Then they started to talk in very high-pitched distorted voices when they noticed the women and all bets were off.

"Oh! Fresh meat!"

"The milk tankers have arrived!"

"What brings two hotties like you here?"

"The one without the cloak has beautiful udders!”

"Do you want to touch my stick?"

"You look tight, we should do it, right here, right now."

"Luviel?" Cheerilee asked in a very honeyed voice.

"Yes, my dear?" Luviel asked back, same tone.

"Let them have it, without any mercy. OK?" she asked nicely, but dead serious.

"It would be my pleasure," the elf replied.

The imps saw that as an invitation.

"Pleasure me first!"

"No me, he couldn't pleasure you like I could!"

Cheerilee hurried, ran up to the Soul Prison and put the blade of the spell dagger onto it. Luviel killed the imps left and right with her own spells. They tried to hit her with fireballs, but the young elf was much too agile for them. The fuchsia-haired woman practically felt how the magic worked, a little bit.

The only problem in her opinion was that the imps didn't even have the decency to die without being perverts to the very end.

"Oh yeah! She likes it the hard way!"

"Shut up!" Luviel replied highly disgusted.

"Mistress, punish me! Then I will punish you!"

"Do you want to touch my stick now?"

Cheerilee could have sworn her new friend was nearing the end of her fuse.

Finally, Luviel eliminated the last imp and stood beside her. "It works! Look." The elf was right!

Cracks formed over the whole construction and with a final burst it exploded into pieces. The soul was free. A white mass of purest energy flew out of the crystal and took the form of a spirit, an apparition. It was Gloriosa Daisy.

Tears fell from her shadowy cheeks and before she dissolved slowly into white light, she said to her saviors in a saddened and grateful voice, "Thank you so much. Please, save my brother." Then she disappeared.

Luviel looked sad and happy at the same time. They could save one soul and Cheerilee couldn't hold back her own tears. "I hope she will be in a better place now," she said with puffy eyes.

"I'm sure of that. Now, we have a second soul to save," the Emerald Elf answered in compassion.

The educator dried her eyes with a handkerchief and nodded her head in silent agreement.

In Cheerilee's opinion, the second Soul Prison would be located in the observatory of the local library of the city. It was, tied with the cathedral, the biggest building in the city and the observatory was at the top of the highest floor. The Golden Oak Library.

The entrance was made of oak wood and both sides of the double door were adorned with big golden oak tree ornaments. That and the fact that all bookshelves were made of oak wood, too, were the reasons why the only library in Ponyville was named like this. It was one of the oldest buildings in town and stood under monument protection... and was now infested with a demon plague.

Cheerilee wondered that nobody questioned a person with a red cloak the entire time, but Luviel dismissed her worries and simply stated that the people were more or less out of it, because the curse tried to force every citizen to stay in Ponyville. Many humans wouldn't notice much until the mind control spell was completely lifted.

The plan this time: to get into the observatory over the fire exit stairs on the back of the building. They waited until nobody saw them and went upstairs to the top, until they reached the roof. There was a door, which led to the observatory.

The duo was sure that the normal way would be closed like in the cathedral and Cheerilee went shortly into the library and found out that the path was indeed closed. With big metal chains and metal doors, Luviel couldn't convince metal to do her bidding.

"OK, wait here for me, I'm sure Vyndrak didn't order the same kind of demon twice to guard the crystal. I will go and scout out the situation, then I'll return to you, understood?" the Emerald Elf requested in a whisper.

Cheerilee loved that idea. No demons would mean no danger, at least for now.

After a short time the elf came back, a neutral expression on her face.

"And?" the brave teacher asked curiously.

"I have good news. The guardians are not demons this time, at least not completely," Luviel announced, tone still monotone.

Cheerilee thought she would jump out of disbelief of their luck. Wait. "Not completely"?

"Yes, not demons, but Burning Ghouls. They are from Demon fire infused and necromancy used on summoned dead corpses, who are thus resurrected burning undead. Their only desire is to consume the flesh of the living and burn every life to ash. But hey, it could be worse, right?" the elf finished her sentence with faked enthusiasm.

The formerly brave woman instantly fainted out of fear.

"..." Luviel had no idea what to say to what just happened. She sighed in mental exhaustion, “Great. Just great," the elf mumbled to herself, annoyed.

She took the dagger from Cheerilee and placed the unconscious woman in a safe corner, where her ally wouldn't be seen easily. Then she went in to save the soul of Timber Spruce.

The observation room itself was big; a hemisphere-formed roof painted with the stars and known planets of outer space. In the room itself stood a big bronze astronomical telescope. Over it, a giant oval-shaped window to look through. The rest of the room was empty, except ashes of former books and shelves. In front of the telescope was the final Soul Prison in all its unholy glory.

Of course, she couldn't forget the guardians. Five scuffling Burning Ghouls. Luviel was sure she could take them, but they were much stronger as they looked and were engulfed by crimson flames, the Demon fire's influence, no doubt. They looked like typical human corpses; average height and did not have whole skeletons, as some would think. No, they had still little pieces of flesh, tissues, muscles and even one or two half decayed organs at some places.

Maybe it was good that Cheerilee didn't come with her, Luviel figured. She would faint again from their hideous look alone, in the elf's opinion. Besides, the air smelled slightly like burned meat. Not the most pleasant odor.

"I can't attack them directly in this burning state and I have to be careful. Maybe they are fast, or worse, when angered," the Emerald Elf mused quietly.

Hopefully they wouldn't shoot fire at her, too, but she wouldn't bet on that with her luck in the last while. The only good thing was that she moved silently like a shadow and the monstrosities didn't notice her.

She concentrated her green colored magic into two green spheres and shot them at the same time upon two of the corpses. It erased the most part of their bodies in small explosions of her magic. Only three left, but now the rest noticed the elf and sprinted in her direction with screams and groaning noises. So much for the hope that they would be slow.

Luviel ran from the entrance to a half burned bookshelf and climbed to its top with artistic elegance and speed. Not one moment to soon, because her three pursuers surrounded the bookshelf shortly afterwards and tried to reach her with their claws. The shelf itself started to catch fire immediately and the Emerald elf had to abandon her position shortly after. Beforehand, she took out two silver daggers out of her robe, enchanted with runes. She tossed them into two more heads. One Ghoul left.

"Ha! Do you think you can take me on alone?" Luviel taunted the last remaining zombie.

As if to answer her taunt, the last ghoul screamed out an unholy cry. She had to close her ears. Suddenly the still burning Demon fire from the other corpses left their former hosts and jumped over to the last Burning Ghoul. They took the heads with them. The two daggers were pulled out by the fire and left on the ground.

The former small opponent grew in size to 8'3”, its empty eye sockets burned now not in its former glory, but in an ice blue and around the longer, stronger neck assembled the four other heads of the ghouls in the form of a circle. The smaller skulls, like the leading head on top of the body, received the same eye color. They all laughed in unison with ghostly voices, mocking the shocked elf.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

The giant ghoul ran in her direction, but she could save herself with a long jump to the side. The walking corpse crashed into the wall. It held, barely. After the dust cleared from the crash, the ghoul immediately focused anew on its target, the intruding elf. It breathed deeply, pulled its head back in preparation and collected magic. Luviel knew what was coming.

"Oh, we are taking off the gloves? As you wish," she stated, amused.

Her entire body began to illuminate in power. A magic circle in the same emerald green color appeared over the entire room beneath the ceiling, filled with runes from her race's own language.

The Burning Ghoul shot its hot fire breath upon the elf. She herself didn't move at all. It wasn't necessary, because the fight was already over.

In her mother tongue, Elfinay, she spoke: "Punishment of the Forest."

The room was completely filled with a blinding beam of light, which came out of the circle and filled the entire room. The breath of fire was eliminated instantly, the giant ghoul erased out of existence, the burning fires in the room were extinguished and the wooden shelves grew little royal purple flowers all over. They looked like orchids. The room stayed untouched otherwise, a pure ability to preserve and not just to destroy.

"I guess it is over," Luviel said into the now empty room.

She walked up to the Soul Prison. Then held her spell dagger against it until the crystal exploded into tiniest of pieces.

Like with her sister, Timber Spruce's soul manifested shortly. He looked grateful at his savior and said in an echoing voice, "Thanks for saving me. Please, stop those insane people who killed my sister and me."

"I will certainly try. Oh, and your sister is fine, too," Luviel replied sincerely and with a small smile.

Timber's eyes seemed to shimmer with invisible tears. Maybe it was just a reflection of the light. The tormented soul dissolved into white light and he left the plane of Earth.

Pride could be heard in her voice, "My work here is done. Cheerilee and I will have a good talk when she wakes up. I mean, come on. I know that undead creatures are unpleasant, but outright fainting? They are not that scary. I've seen worse." The elf chuckled to herself.

She wanted to leave the observatory after she collected her daggers, when something fell out of a shelf; a book. But it wasn't the book the brave scholar had in her view. A little spider scuttled over the ground, her arch nemesis returned: arachnophobia.

The proud elf, Luviel Dawnseeker, scholar by heart, destroyer of perverted imps, bane of the Burning Ghouls, savior of two innocent souls and liberator of Ponyville, conqueror of the mind control curse, knew what to do in this fateful encounter.

She screamed bloody murder.

Outside of the observatory, Cheerilee awoke from the deafening scream. She frantically looked around, confused and in panic, "W-what happened!? Did someone die?! Oh no! Luviel! She must have met the worst and most disgusting demon!"

Author's Notes:

Greetings my avid readers!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Just to be clear, I played Pokemon myself, so it's all pure satire and selfirony. And spiders are the bane of many. So the legends tell the tale.

Thank you very much for reading and stay tuned!