Title:           Magicae Opera 1
Author:          DiscWard
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First Edit:      Saturday 15th of December 2012 12:43:37 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 15th of December 2012 12:43:37 AM CDT

>You are a magician
>The best of your kind
>One of the king's finest magi
>And you are still confused
>You are mulling over the last day's events
>They still befuddled you
>The towns people complained of not being safe
>Whisperings of a dragon around the village
>Your king had sent you to deal with this dragon
>You had scoffed him at first
>Dragons didn't exist....
>Or do they?
>When you arrived on the scene, your nose smelled brimstone
>You should have left then
>You met a foul beast whose breath could have scorched you
>He looked at you, and roared
>Swiping at you with claw and talon
>You feared the worst and that it was over
>A rift must have appeared
>And you found yourself not quite where you began
>You look around
>It's like this place had been crafted from the finest silks of the Far East
>All of the colors vibrant and brilliant
>You have been sent to this place where horses were able to talk
>And they look...quite odd
>As if someone had...bewitched them
>Some of them look like the Pegasus you'd read from mythology
>Others looked like they had a narwahl's horn attached to their heads
>And then there were those that appeared as you'd remembered horses...on Earth
>Or wherever you've found yourself
>Your legs stretch and you begin walking toward the first establishment you see
>You are stopped by a pony with a constellation on her flank
>You bring your hands up and speak your incantation (as if it would work here as opposed to home.)
>But, a great energy enters your throat
>You feel empowered, as you speak the words
Vinctum catenis in!
>Chains appear around her
>Her form looks scared, her cloak and hat on the ground
>She keeps trying to illuminate her horn
>But the poor thing cannot defend herself
>You're then wracked with an epiphany
>An equine that talks
>And moreover
>One with magic?
>You're not sure what's more surprising
>That a horse is here begging for its...her, life?
>Or that your magic actually works
>You reassure yourself that this must've been a fluke of this world
>So you test the next step
>A mind reading spell
>You hope you remember the incantation well enough
>It is a tad more exotic
Milí?ste to myaló sas!
>And lo, she began to speak her thoughts
>She babbles on how she fears for her life
>She looks shocked
>You decide to listen to what she says, realizing she may well have some sentiment of intelligence
>Imagine such a thing, a steed that can speak its mind
>"Please, I don't care what you do, bearded monkeycorn! Just don't hurt me! Is it my body you want? The great and rut-able Trixie awaits your beckon call!"
>You are intrigued
>She would offer such a thing to you
>You wouldn't ever engage in coitus with an equine
I will not engage in intercourse with thee. But, if you will listen, I'll make an offer to ye.
>"Anything!"
>She's on the brink
Would you like to be my fledgling?
>"An...An assistant to a great practitioner of magic as yourself?"
Yes.
>Wait a moment
How didst thee know of my position?
>"Well, it's an antiquated term but-nevermind, I accept!"
>"What shall I call you?"
Thou shalt call me....Anonymous.
>"Alright, I'll stick wiht Anon for short."
>You chuckle heartily to yourself
>This was going to be the beginning to a rather length journey
>You needed to discover what this place is, who its rulers must be
>There were so many questions to ask
>And you needed to get as much of a start as was possible
>You attempted to mount this 'Trixie'
>She looked at you like you were insane
Do humans not ride you or your kind?
>"Hoo-mans?"
Humans. And, I take it no?
>"No...look, I hate going to her, but we should see my friend, Twilight Sparkle."
>"She'll have an idea of what's going on for you."
>You all start walking toward the nearby village
>You stop as you remember with odd amnesia
>You have not got your staff either
>You will have to make a new one
>You knock on the door to a tree
>A tree with a door was a new concept indeed
>A mare approximately similar in stature to Trixie appears with a beaming face
>"Good afternoon, my name is Twilight Spark-....what are you? And Trixie, what are you doing here?"
 
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