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| Anonymous #996696 5 months ago |
Some people are sick. >.> |
| Anonymous #996746 5 months ago |
There's White Pagan Magic and then there is Black Pagan Magic . . . |
| Anonymous #996969 5 months ago |
The chamber housing Twilight Sparkle's private library was half-legend and half-ghost story among the students of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. It was a good thing then that Astral Starfall loved both legends and ghost stories, and although her tutors and instructors had tried to disuade her, the young mage was a stubborn pony. Although her months of searching had earned her several detentions and, on one occasion, a singed tail, she had finally found it.
Whispering a small prayer and taking a deep breath, Astral pushed open the gilt, metal doors and found herself in a huge, domed chamber carved right from the granite heart of the mountain, deep under Canterlot. Stepping out into the flickering light of hundreds of enchanted, everburning candles, the unicorn gaped at the sheer number of books cramming the shelves and cluttering the floor. Walking down the path between the towering piles of magical texts however, something drew the student's attention toward the very center of the chamber. The young unicorn could not help but stare in morbid fascination at the grotesque thing on the carved altar stone, the light from a pair of everburning candles playing off the gold and twinkling in every inlaid gem on the ornate shrine. The centerpiece of it all though, the reason the fledgling mage had steeled her will and checked her gut at the door, was the old unicorn skull with the faded purple mane who's empty eyesockets now seemed to transfix her gaze. "Welcome, Astral Starfall." Came a gentle whisper in the back of her mind. "It's been a long time since I've had visitors." |