Welcome back to the first actual chapter of this story! (Lengthwise.) They will no longer be so short (After this chapter [hopefully])!

Sorry about the wait.

Disclamer: I do not own MLP: FIM or its characters; just myself (my OC).

When I woke up, it was still dark. I was in a castle. Well, the ruins of a castle; its ceiling was collapsed in many places, the thrones were crumbling to pieces, any leftover wood or tapestries were moldy and damp; dirt covered much of the floor, what once might have been armor had long since toppled off their pedestals, bricks and plaster littered the floor, and a thick coat of dust covered everything. The place smelled like decay, and a steady dripping of water could be heard in the distance.

To say the least, I was creeped out! But, I was more excited, because, well, who gets to go visit some abandoned castle?

When I started walking forward, however, my foot sunk. I had activated a pressure plate.

"Fuck!" I yelled, as I fell down a narrow shaft. When I landed on the bottom of the rusty square hole, the bottom collapsed beneath me, and I fell further ("Fuuuuuuuuu-!"). The shaft rounded out around me into tube shaped stone as I fell further, and curved gradually to one side so that it became a slide of sorts; when it finally spat me out, I was at the bottom of a gorge, with a frayed rope bridge far above, dangerously close to collapsing.

I my phone out of my pocket and activated the flashlight (I didn't have service, so I couldn't call anyone). What I saw made me gasp- it was piles upon piles upon still more piles...

...Of bones. Bleached white, they stood as though pale sentries.

Upon closer inspection, each pile was a specific type of bone; one pile was made of skulls, one was ribs, etc. It was horrifying, especially when I thought about how many people had to have died to make this... mass grave. My phone hand trembled. I moved on, not able to look any longer.

XxXxX

After about half an hour's worth of walking around the gorge, I found an old, crumbling staircase of stone that led up and out of this deep rift in the earth; I went up it, of course, and found myself at the top, exhausted from the climb, in front of a different section of the ruins that still had a roof. I moved across the space in between myself and the ruins, brushing aside wild, overgrown grass all the way, and entered through a crumbled section of the first floor wall. I was now in what seemed to be an exquisite dining room, complete with silverware made of silver, gold plates, expensive looking crystal wine glasses, and what was probably once mounds upon mounds of food, which was now dust.

I turned my phone's flashlight around the room, and found another set of staircases, and went up them. They dead-ended into a wall, but I found a pull chain that made the 'wall' disappear into the floor. When I ducked through, however, it closed behind me.

I continued upwards, and I came out into a long room that had pillars supporting the ceiling, or, at least, the few bits of it that were still there. There was a raised part of the floor, circular, in front of what almost looked like some messed-up version of a planet with moons; and there might have been a large window behind it, because the wall behind it wasn't there at all, and I had a clear view of the jungle in front of me. The river even seemed to have a serpent in it, but it disappeared after a minute or two.

After I turned around, I found a nice spot of crumbled wall to sit on and thought the day (or the night) over so far.

The encounter with the beast and the miniature horses and 'Twilight's' description of how the thing was killed especially piqued my interest.

Since all 'mages' in video games and 'magic' instructors in movies always spout some gibberish about focusing your 'life energy' into your hands, or your wand, or your whatever, I decided to do just that as I held my hands in front of me.

Imagine my surprise when my left hand burst into flames and my right was dripping (the best word for it, I suppose) wisps of frost, and my hands were completely unaffected.

I also thought of my imaginary instructor and how they would probably say something like "release!" or something like that, so I pointed my hands and fired a blast of continued flames and frost at the wall.

So that's what I did!

My 'Instructor' then told me to collect my energy. As I did so, I had to consciously keep the energy balled up in my hands- and when I let go of it, a fireball shot from my left and a spike of ice from my right.

I continued to test my new-found powers out.

I could also fire lightning (which I found , in its continuous form, to look a lot like Sith Lightning), create almost-people that were on fire and could shoot fire balls, create glowing armor, create light, create a glowing/burning purple sword and a similar axe, lift things with my mind (which I assume is telekinesis), Turn invisible, and many, many more things...

Of course, some mist had to come along and ruin it.

"Why did you come here, strange creature?" The Mist asked as it materialized into-

Another horse.

Fuck.

"I'm not the strange one, here," I said, wary of this talking horse.

"No matter," It replied, "You, along with the rest of this wretched planet's inhabitants, will bow to my rule- and the night will last FOREVER!"

This last bit was punctuated by maniacal laughter and lightning.

Ever the scientist, I replied, "But what about food?"

That seemed to catch it off guard. One never appreciates those short, but well-placed comments.

"Excuse me?" It stuttered.

"Well," I started, assuming my lecture mode, "How would plants grow? How would other plant-eating animals that feed the rest of the food chain survive? How would you and the rest of 'this wretched planet's inhabitants' survive? With no food, or no plants that our food might eat, how? We would all die of starvation not a month in!"

Buy the end of my short tirade, It's eyes were bugging out of its head. Apparently, it hadn't thought its conquest of the world through enough.

"I... uh, well... no matter! If they can't adapt, then that's their fault, not mi-" It cut off, and swiveled its head toward the direction of the rope bridge from earlier. "They're here..." it said in a quietly pleased, yet maniacal, tone.

Then promptly vanished.

Well. I'd say that was just rude, but, to be frank, I was glad that it was gone.

XxXxX

While I silently thanked whoever had interrupted 'Nightmare Moon', I checked my backpack- or, rather, the pouch closest to your back when you put it on- that I never noticed I had before and my my jaw promptly fell open.

It was bottomless. As in, I could pull anything I wanted out of there, And put anything I wanted in there. The other two pouches, the medium and small ones, were normal, however.

Of course, me being me, I just had to pull out a portal gun.