Chapter 1: Storm of Chaos

"Put it back, Wanda," warned Erik Lensherr, the mutant known as Magneto, to his daughter. The Master of Magnetism took a hesitant step closer. Professor Charles Xavier was gripping the wheels of his chair with one hand so tightly that blood was trickling from his palm. His other hand was at his temple. He was sweating and trembling profusely.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, paced softly around the rooftop ledge, as galaxies and supernovas whizzed and dissolved all around the shattered, orange sky. The building they were standing on seemed to be floating through the chaos like a piece of driftwood.

"Wanda, I said put it back! PUT THE WORLD-"

"You going to make me father?" responded Wanda softly. "Are you going to have Charles do things to my brain? He looks like he's trying." She gestured in Xavier's direction, his strain growing more apparent.

"Wanda, please," begged Xavier. "You have to stop this."

"No," replied Wanda calmly. "I don't."

Wanda raised her hand and Charles Xavier dissolved away, screaming.

"CHARLES, NO!" bellowed Magneto. "Wanda, what have you-"

"Oh hush, Daddy. I just put him somewhere. He was annoying," interrupted Wanda flatly. "I'm going to put you somewhere, too."

"Wanda, stop," called Magneto, furious tears brimming in his eyes. He raised his hands and floated forward. "Please, for your family, for your kind, stop this madness before it's too late."

"Do you like ponies, Daddy?" asked Wanda with the faintest trace of a smile.

"Do I… what?" replied Magneto confused, coming to a stop. "Ponies?"

"Yes, ponies. I like ponies. I think that's where I'll put you," mused Wanda. "You can be with the ponies."

"Wanda, I-"

"Ok, bored now," said announced Wanda, lifting a hand in her father's direction. Like Charles, Magneto dissolved away, until he was gone.

The first thing Magneto felt when he came to, was the cool grass brushing the part of his face not covered by his helmet. Wearily, he opened his eyes.

It was bright. Painfully bright.

"Hey! Hey mister!" blared a bubbly high-pitched voice. Magneto struggled to get up. His muscles seemed to refuse to comply.

"Who…?"Magneto groaned weakly, unable to make out the figure before him.

"Hey you've got a fancy cape there, and what a shiny helmet! I love shiny things! That's why I visit Rarity's shop all the time, even though I never buy anything. I hope she doesn't mind. She doesn't seem to. Anyway, can you get up? Are you hurt? What's your name?"

The stream of words came at him at what felt to be a million miles a minute, Magneto struggling to register any of it. He blinked several times, looking up at the hazy pink figure standing above him. Slowly his vision cleared.

He was talking to a pony. A pink pony.

"Oh God, what is this," cried Magneto, staggering onto all fours. "I don't even-" For some reason he could not manage to get to his feet. Something was horribly wrong.

"No," he whispered, shaking. He pressed his hands to the sides of his helmet. They were hard and he didn't seem to have fingers anymore. He pulled the helmet off. It shined brilliantly in the sun.

Magneto stared at his reflection in the glimmering Helmet.

And then Magneto was a pony.