>Day impending disaster in Equestria.
>Disaster looms ahead. You are sure of it.
>Normally this level of pessimism is too much effort for you.
>But then, it's not every day that Twilight discovers a large grimdark book behind a hidden wall panel in the Library.
>As you lounge on the Library sofa sipping some chillax water, your gut is telling you this is a bad idea.
"This is a bad idea."
>The unicorn looks up from her new book in annoyance.
>"Anon, that's the eighth time you've said that in the last hour. Just try and relax."
>"How many times have I said it, Twilight?" Spike calls from the bookshelf ladder.
>You don't know how the little dragon can do chores with such disaster impending.
>"Two." Twilight replies, returning to her book and turning another page.
>"Maybe you are worrying a bit too much, Anon," Spike says, clambering down the ladder as fast as his baby legs can allow. "this is Twilight after all. There's no spell that she can't handle."
"Right."
>You still remember that cat.
>Putting down your water, you fold your arms behind your head and eye the purple pony.
>The need to voice your concerns niggles at you.
"I'm just saying. A dusty dark-looking book, hidden deep in an old library, which falls into the hooves of a unicorn fresh out of magic school? Seems like a bad combination."
>"Magic school?" Twilight frowns.
>She's biting. This gon be gud.
"Pretty sure you were still in training by the time you were sent to Ponyville. Perhaps even a novice,"
>"Anon" She sighs. "I can recite the sequential table of magic types and auras, I can name all the cosmic bodies in the night sky, and I am the Princess's most prized student. And you're telling me I'm a novice?"
"Well-"
>Spike coughs. "Aren't you meant to be concentrating on the book?" The dragon pointedly asks.
>With a huff and a flick of her ear, Twilight nods. "You're right Spike. I really need to focus here. These spells are incredibly complex. The slightest mistake could completely alter the magical output."
"Just so we're clear, that means that-"
>"Yes, Anonymous," Twilight stares you dead in the eye. "that means it's a bad idea. I agree. But, if you don't believe I can handle this, then you're free to leave."
"And miss out on all the fun?"
>Her raised eyebrow kills the fun. You slouch back on the sofa.
"Okay fine, you're the best damn magical horse I've ever met and you can probably handle it. Happy?"
>"Yes." She smirks.
>You will have your revenge. It is so easy to get her goat. Get her pony.
>Miss Purple Smirkyness claps the book shut and gets to her hooves, limbering her joints and rolling her neck.
>"Wow Twilight, only twenty minutes reading time! That's gotta be a record!" Spike appears from behind a book tower.
>The sudden 'ok we're ready' attitude startles you. Frightens you.
"Hold on a second, you're ready to try out a complex and dangerous spell after only twenty minutes of reading?"
>"Oh don't sound so surprised, Anonymous." She says with a blush.
"That's concern you're hearing, not surprise."
>"What did I say before? Relax. This little novice unicorn can handle it, remember?"
"I said 'probably' can handle it."
>With an eyeroll, Twilight ignores you and widens her stance. Spike sits next to you on the sofa, eyes alight with excitement.
>"This is gonna be awesome!"
>If only you could share his enthusiasm.
>A purple glow envelops Twilight's horn, shedding small sparkles and throwing out wide beams of light.
>You turn to Spike.
"So, what does this spell do, exactly?"
>"It's meant to control the elements and bring them together." he answers.
"Elements? Like those harmony ones?"
>"No idea. The book didn't say."
>Oh boy.
>Twilight stares intensely ahead, teeth clenched together as sweat forms on her brow.
>The magical offshoot of her horn starts to growuntil it is projecting a foot long column of dancing purple magic.
>As this Magic Light Orchestra plays out, you begin to notice several changes.
>The sun, visible through the nearby window, begins to dim.
>A gust of wind generates out of nowhere around the unicorn out, sending book pages flapping.
>The air feels colder, tainted with the moist tang of post-rainfall.
>Clouds form above Twilight. You swear you can hear thunder as well.
>Magic is in the air. Powerful magic.
>Why did you decide to hang out with a talking unicorn who can pull this shit?
>Now would be a good time to go hide behind the sofa.
>Just to be safe.
>As you stand, a particularly strong gust blasts you from the side.
>The force is enough to make you swing an arm out for balance.
>As you do, your arm knocks your glass of water, sending it flying.
The wind carries the quickly emptying glass and hurls it against a nearby wall with a smash.
>The sound causes Twilight's eyes to lock with yours.
>The look lasts for a second, and she flinches, crying out in pain and shutting her eyes.
>The wind in the Library suddenly escalates. Books are being picked up and tossed around.
>The small clouds start to form into a big dark one, with forks of multicolored lightning blasting out at random intervals.
>What horror have you unleashed?
>Twilight collapses, her knees simply buckling.
>You watch Spike run to her, covering his face from the pelting wind and books.
>You think he tries to yell, but his voice is carried away by the hurricane.
>Strangely, the wind feels like it's dieing down. No books are coming your way either.
>Only when you try to move towards Twilight, and almost be taken out by a flying encyclopedia, do you realise something is up.
>You look up.
>A clear circle of the Library roof hovers above you, framed by swirling dark clouds.
>Welcome to the eye of the storm, Anon.
>As you watch, magic lightning criscrosses the eye and form a swirling rainbow ball.
>You are pretty sure that is not good.
>The ball lets off a blast of lightning, striking you dead in the forehead.
>Pain. Endless pain wracks your nerves.
>Your senses overload. White light fills your vision. Vaguely you can hear Spike calling over the roar in your ears.
>Tingling sensations creep over and under your skin, joined by hot flashes through your limbs.
>The agony fills your mind.
>Is that you screaming? Since when could your voice get that high?
>You want it to stop.
>And then it stops.
>You fall to the floor and everything stops.
>...
>"...on...non...ous...Anon!"
>As your mind surfaces, you open your eyes to see a concerned dragon standing over you.
>At the sight of you regaining consciousness, he heaves a sigh of relief.
>You manage to sit up, slapping a palm against your suddenly throbbing head. Around you the Library is in total disarray, books everywhere.
>"Are you ok, Anon?" Spike asks.
"No, it feels like I've been hit by lightning. And that's pretty much what happened. But still, what the hell happened?"
>"I don't know, but you need to help! Twilight's hurt!"
>This gets your attention. You follow Spike over to the slumped unicorn.
>Immediately you spot the problem. Your glass of water must have been picked up by the winds.
>Shards of glass are embedded in the unicorn's side.
>Fuck
"We need to get her to a hospital, now."
>"Right. I'll run ahead for help."
>Ignoring your pounding skull, you lift Twilight up in your arms, taking care not to nudge the exposed glass.
>Spike barrels out of the front door and you swiftly follow.
>As you pelt it down the road, all you can think about is how much you were right.
>It was an impending disaster.
>Except you were the one who fucked it up. Asshole.