Light filtered in through dusty windows, illuminating the dreary room. A lone unicorn dragged a piece of chalk across the floor, finishing a drawing of a five-pointed star that stretched to nearly every part of the room. A grimy, old book sat open near him, opened to a page filled with diagrams and ancient runes. The stallion continuously checked back to the book, making sure that his preparations for the ritual were correct.
"Finally," he muttered. "Finally I can see your face again." Tears streamed down his face as he completed the star and drew a circle around it. He slowly placed and lit candles at each of the star's points. His horn lit up and he muttered the ancient incantations from the book, the air thrumming with power with every word.
As he did so, his mind ventured back to the days they were together: memories of picnics, late night study sessions, play time, and so many more things.
However, the good memories were short-lived. His mind rushed back to the stray arrow that had pierced her in the heat of a battle that she wasn't supposed to be at.
The room shook violently as the light dissipated, leaving only the dim glow from the candles.
Soon, the shaking had stopped and the room was again tranquil. A darkness beyond pitch black hovered above the pentagram. It had a misty form that was ever-changing, but it eventually was pulled down and took the form of a small, alicorn filly.
The abomination looked up at him. "What do you wish?" it asked in a smooth, glass-like voice.
"I want her back."
"Of whom do you speak of?"
He pointed to a portrait of himself and a small, light green filly. "Her."
The abomination nodded and its horn glowed a deep red. "Very well."
The room shook again, this time more violently than the last. Dust flew up into the air, covering everything in its path as trinkets fell off shelves. A searing pain slowly climbed up the stallion's body. He winced and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
The shaking soon subsided, as did his pain. A small filly laid in the center of the pentagram, her dark green forelocks sticking to her forehead. Upon looking up, the stallion inspected her, looking for some form of life, which came soon as he noticed that her chest was lightly moving up and down. He gasped and ran to her, wrapping her in a tight embrace.
The abomination, now in its misty form, looked over them. "Am I free to go?" it asked, its voice now smoother than ever.
The stallion looked up at it, tears of joy streaming down his face. "Yes. You've done so much for me. Thank you." He stood up and bowed to it.
"No. Thank you, kind sir—" the abomination zipped to the ground and formed itself into an alicorn that towered over him "—for you have set me free." Its horn lit up once again and blood red magic surrounded the filly.
"W-what are you doing?" The stallion bolted upright. "It said that you had to obey your castor's wish!"
"I did." Its spell took effect as the filly's legs were slowly encased in stone. "And it was to bring her back. Nothing more." The stone gradually moved up her legs.
"No!" The stallion's horn lit up. "I will not allow you to take her away from me!" He fired off a red orb at it, but the abomination dodged by simply spreading out and then forming back together. The orb hit the back of the room, alighting old tomes with flames.
The filly's eyes opened as the spell was up to her shoulders, her head being toward the monster that was entrapping her in stone. Her high-pitched scream pierced the air.
"Clover!" the stallion screamed out, but he was ignored by the filly who was gaping at her stony body. "It's okay! I'm here!"
The abomination chuckled. "Incompetent, fool. You brought that filly back into this Hell." The spell moved up to Clover's neck, encasing it in stone. "It is your fault she is here. It is your fault that I am now free."
The stallion growled at it, alighting his horn. "No. I just wanted her back!" A bubble surrounded the abomination, trapping it. Once again, he muttered incantations, these ones different from the ones before.
It shivered as the exorcism passed through it. "If that's how you're going to be, I'll have to quiet you." Magic surrounded his tongue and it started to pull. On instinct, he slammed his mouth shut.
As the final bit of stone encased Clover, a red light surrounded the stallion's horn. "And you definitely will not be needing this." It ripped off his horn. The bubble around the monster dissipated as he fell to the ground.
The entity shifted around, continuously changing form until it was the representation of a petite, yellow unicorn. It smiled as it picked up the collapsed and bleeding stallion and the petrified filly. "And now, this world is prime for the taking." She walked away with the two others, smiling to herself all the while. "I just need to make a few adjustments."