THE PRINCESS AND THE PONY

PROLOUGE

The night was silent, not a sound was in the everfree forest, except for the whispers of the trees, and the thumping of the wolves paws as they ran together. Another sound was there too, the sound of ponies, marching through the forest. Each one was wearing a sickly-green cloak. The leader of the ponies was holding a tattered, old book in his hooves. When the marchers reached the center, and the most dangerous part, of the everfree forest. A dark, stone pedestal rose from the earth. The pony set the book gently on the stand. At once everypony removed their cloaks, they revealed a horrid creature of evil. They resembled changelings, but these changelings were like no other. They had sharp and threatening snake eyes, a forked tongue, and a black snake was coiled around each of their backs, to use as a weapon. The creatures began to chant something. "TERRA, RACKA, SUTKA NAL!" In their language this translated to "rise up, destroyer" the changelings chanted as a snake, uncoiled itself and unlocked the book. It flung open, pages fluttering around as they turned themselves. It stopped on one page, the one page the evil changeling wanted. It was written in the changeling language, the others chanted, "rise up destroyer" as the leader chanted the spell. "MASTAS, ISLAO, BIRRAK, TERRA, NAVA, NIJUE, MASTA, ISHA, LUSLA, NAL!" ("I command, the spirits of pure darkness, to raise her, bring her, to destroy this kingdom!") The creature chanted louder and louder, shouting the spell until the chanting of the other changelings was a mere mumble. The animals of the forest howled and screeched in protest, begging the creatures to stop, but the leader ignored them. The changeling stallion shouted with all his power, the spell once more. "MASTAS, ISLAO, BIRRAK, TERRA, NAVA, NIJUE, MASTA, ISHA, LUSLA, NAL!" at that command, a bolt of green lightning shot up from the ground, speeding into the sky. A crash of thunder exploded around it, forming rings of green clouds in the air. When nothing after that accrued. The changelings grew impatient. "Where is she sumac!" they snapped at the leader. "Patience, she will come" sumac replied. They looked to the air. The clouds of green smoke were not supposed to deliver their queen, it is meant to free her. The clouds gathered, until they looked as if they were going to create a monsoon! But not a drop fell. The cloud moved off into the distance, leaving sumac with an evil grin. "She will come."