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MLP Shatter Storm - Track 06 Stripes and Spells

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Keywords male 1109171, female 998965, pony 102196, mlp 67568, my little pony 62071, demon 36031, unicorn 28855, magic 23414, fim 8459, zebra 6529, fanfiction 2761, wyvern 1880, spell 1002, zecora 654, sweetiebelle 323, survival 244, alternateuniverse 100, zebracorn 44, trixielulamoon 19, everfree 18, shatterstorm 4, alternatetimeline 2, alicornamulet 1
Intro:


So... the original version of this part was written about a year before any of the rest of this story was even being considered to be made... So I got nothing for an intro like the rest of the story. Trying not to change too much from the original source... so... um...

*Plays with Discord doll* ``doo doop, ponies, and plots. Weird reference to something else''

-Author


Track 06: Stripes and Spells


Fluttershy was still missing, Applejack and Apple Bloom were off to avenge their family, Rainbow Dash in traction, and Scootaloo refusing to leave her side, and the remaining three mares who carried the Elements of Harmony were struggling to keep the land from falling further into chaos and leaving their families to wonder what they can do. For Sweetie Belle, she had lost both family and friend to the troubles. Rarity was distracted by her duties with Twilight, and her fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders were beyond her reach now. Feeling left out, she decided that she would do something to help, at the very least, push back the loneliness. The path ahead was frightening and long, and she stood before the entrance to the Everfree Forest with hesitation.

Most would have avoided going to this place, even on a good day, but despite herself and everything else, Sweetie Belle felt that her friend Zecora was the answer. In the brief time she had know the zebra, she had proven to have some mystic insight and talent to help where all others failed. She believed that the foreign mare could fix things, or maybe her magick. Breaking the hold of her doubts, she forged ahead into the darkness that seemed to move away as she neared, and followed close behind.

Time became as distant as Ponyville, as soon the very concept of it was lost and so was the filly. She could not know just how long or far she had gone, but she did understand that she was now stranded. All around Sweetie Belle could sense, and at times, see the creatures around her in the cloak of the woods.

Finding doubt in her quest, she swallowed hard and turned right around to head back, only to find that the trail had gone. ``What?'' She squeaked out. ``Oh no...'' Turning again, to find the trail that was ahead, but also gone from her. Again she turned, facing all different directions in turn, and each time the forest around her became something else. She had not gone in any direction, but the changes made it seem she had traveled far. Everfree was now playing games with her, and it was assured that the pony would became victim to a terrible fate. Crying out in terror, Sweetie Belle collapsed into a shivering mass.

Gone from sense, or senses, the filly did not hear the approach of another, not until a familiar voice drew her back to reality. ``Worry not my dear, all is well. You've fallen victim, to the Baffledel'' When the young unicorn looked for the source of the words, she found the hooded figure that she had sought. Zecora held out her hoof, and with a quick blow, sent some kind of dust at the filly that sent her into a coughing fit. Once the moment passed, the pony could see the path that she had been on. ``Now that you are free, did you come for me?''

Cutting the distance, Sweetie Belle clung to the mare. ``Oh Zecora!'' She cried, knowing that she was saved, and with little control of herself, gushed out everything that had gone on and her concerns. After the hysterical tale, the zebra looked troubled, and lead the filly back to her hut setting to work on a cauldron.

``Zecora will do all she can do, and only can hope it will help you'' She began, as she added somethings to her broth. ``Remember what I see, holds no guarantee. The future is not in stone, only a possibility is shown'' She dropped the last bits in, and the brew boiled violently, causing both to step back. ``Never have I before seen-'' before she could finish, the caldron exploded in a flash, rocking the hut and destroying anything the shards hit.

Fortunately, the pair had been spared, left only in shock. Sweetie Belle found Zecora starring blankly at the empty space, looking to be gripped just as the filly had been when the zebra had found her earlier. ``Zecora?'' She attempted, nudging the mare to little response. ``What did that mean?''

Once sense returned, the zebra's eye began to tear up, and her words came out with a great trouble, mutual to what she spoke of. ``I... I can hardly say... cannot put to words, and this is completely absurd... There will be a high cost, and the Equestria we know lost''

Sweetie Belle processed this prophecy, and had to question it. ``You said it was not set in stone, right? What can we do to stop it?''

The shamanistic zebra turned from her, head low to the ground in shame. ``Yes, that is what I said, but I fear I have mislead... In most cases it is true, and fate changed by what you do. A vision like this one, however, cannot be much changed by any endeavor'' She found a place and sat in silence for a time, unable to withhold her sorrow, as streams soaked into her black and white fur, leaving the filly to struggle with the hopelessness of her situation, and now the world's too.

After a long time baring the weight of her vision, Zecora spoke again. ``Although all seemed doomed, some life will resume. I shall show you a special path, so you will survive the aftermath''

Being true to her word, Zecora taught the pony things that no other pony in Equestria would have even known. She was learning the ways of the Zebra people, and thought not easy, they were enlightening. They seemed strange at first, as any Equestrian would have found, but each night the filly returned home to Ponyville more and more aware of the world around her. Everfree, once so frightening, was becoming familiar and safe. With nothing seeming to ease outside Everfree, it became harder for Sweetie Belle to leave the forest.

Zecora's teachings were more of the natural flow of the world, not one of manipulation like most pony magick or effort, even more in harmony than even the most ingrained Earth pony. The knowledge and insight opened new possibilities, that would allow Sweetie Belle to survive even the most dangerous of challenges facing her in the world.

With the trouble of the world beyond the forest ever growing, and reason to leave the sanctum dwindling, Sweetie Belle lingered longer and longer, until she rarely left. She was focused in her training, and each lesson, every experience, made pony life harder to tolerate. She was forgetting the pain of missing her friends and family, though not the memories, she knew that with the dangers ahead, she was to be one to survive the storm and to carry on the memories she held.

``As hard as it is to take,'' Zecora started to say to her young apprentice, long after their time together had begun. The filly stood before her master, ready for this very special moment, so many moons in the making. A ritual that would finally make her as Zecora, a shaman. ``This path is no mistake. Everypony will have their role to play, their place to be, and here for you, will be alongside me''

Zecora dabbled and drew on Sweetie Belle's flank, and around her horn. ``The solution to a tale so tragic, is in the gentle touch of zebra magick'' She paused, as the pony started to glow, not in her own magick, but that of the ritual. ``Even after the judgment bells...'' Magick enveloped Sweetie Belle, and when it cleared her white coat now bore black stripes and makes much like that of Zecora. ``You'll always have your stripes and spells.

Sweetie Belle felt different, changed, yet so much the same as she had been shaped. She studied herself to see the physical shift, a old part of her felt pride in the fact the she had done what no other pony had, but the new self calmed that foolish passion. ``I have no regrets, and I'm proud to be your apprentice...'' She stopped, confused by a small detail. ``Should I be rhyming?''

Snickering at the question, Zecora shook her head. ``It is simply Zecora's way, to be poetic with what I say''

Sighing with the weight of that off her, she remarked. ``Good, I failed that in school...'' She soon became melancholy, as her past again caught up with her. ``I used to only care about cutie marks, and impressing ponies with my talents, but now that I'm a Zebracorn... those things don't matter any more'' She posed a question, one asked many times during her training, always hoping for a new answer. She looked at her mentor with a knowing gaze. ``Does Equestria's future still look... bad?''

Zecora never liked giving the harsh truth of the matters, but it had not differed in her visions. ``Little has changed in looking time and again,'' She looked over at the pot. ``And I'm running low on cauldrons'' Her attempt to lighten the mood was overtaken by a noise.

The sounds outside alerted the pair to caution, as they seemed very near the hut they were in. Zecora went to investigate with Sweetie Belle close behind. The sound of crashing came just outside the door, and raised the need for action. Zecora open the door with caution, but it was the only way to better understand what was happening out of their relative safety.

Lying upon the ground and looking near to death, a blue unicorn in a torn cape with a beaten, matching purple pointed hat was clinging to life. Zecora was quick to the aid, with her apprentice ever near to identify the pony.

``Trixie?'' Sweetie Belle studied the area. ``What is she doing here?'' Her training alerted her to the presence of something else, and soon the answer to what it was revealed itself in all clarity. The trees groaned just ahead, and creaked before breaking with a giant beast forcing its way to the gathering.

Taking a better stance against the beast, Zecora answered. ``Of all the creatures I have learned, this can only be a Wyvern''

The most ancient and terrifying of draconic kind, the creature had a look more savage and fierce than any dragon could claim, with a more primal and unchanged form. The two forearms were also its wings, and they spread wide as it stood on powerful hind legs. The large, crowned head swung to face down the trio, and let out a roar that could strike fear into the boldest beast. The sight gripped Sweetie Belle, and she froze before the creature.

With a greater experience, Zecora steeled herself and drew forth a vial and tossed it. The frail container shattered and formed a thick smoke that infuriated the Wyvern. It roared out a few more times in frustration, seeking its prey through the fog. The cover also came with a heavy stench like an old bog, marinated with the worst smells one could imagine. With powerful swoops, the wings launched it into the air and it hover above the trees, still finding nothing but the cloud. With another call of anger, the beast circled only a few times before flying away.

Long after the Wyvern left, the spell finally had passed; but before that the two locals had returned to their hut, with the new pony taken in and tended too. When Trixie awoke she was in a panic, with good reason, but as she tried to sit up, her ravaged body refused to leave the comfort of the bed. When she accepted that the true danger passed, she looked around to find what new risks were upon her.

She found a zebra, and something she had never seen. Nopony had ever seen a Zebracorn, so it was no surprise that a stern brow was raised at the sight. ``Trixie must know where she is''

``Really? No `thanks' or anything for those who saved you?'' Sweetie Belle remarked, coming closer. ``I guess I should expect that from the Ungrateful and Impolite Trixie''

``Now, now, don't taunt our guest, she is weak and in need of rest'' Zecora approached, offering a bowl to the mare. Trixie studied it, and decided to claim what seemed to be soup. After a quick drink, she was regretting the choice, as she coughed and spat out the broth. ``The taste is far from being sweet, but the get you back from beat'' She had not put much in, expecting such a response, so Zecora went to fill it more in hopes this one would find its way to being consumed.

``Trixie thinks she would rather be in pain...'' She made a sour face, watching the zebra get more. ``How did you get Trixie from that monster?''

Returning, setting the bow beside the unicorn, Zecora said ``A Wyvern doesn't always know when to to go and when to stay, however when faced with instinct it will always avoid the small of a bay'' She went now to a shelf, and looked over a collection of vials. ``Many dangers are in the water, and only a fool goes into a slaughter''

``Trixie finds the way you speak very strange, but she accepts your aid'' She displayed the nearest thing Trixie could as gratitude.

``Strange?'' Sweetie Belle muttered to herself. ``That's the pot calling the kettle black''

Ignoring the comment, Zecora pulled out a vial and opened it to let out a more pleasant smell than the one that was clinging to them from the Wyvern attack. ``I have lived her many a year, but never has such a creature been here. How did you find it in this place, and why ever did it give chase?''

Lying back on the bed flat, looking right to the ceiling, the mare answered briefly after. ``Trixie is no fool, and sees how the world is falling apart. Survival demanded a bit of a change in Trixie's ways, so I came to Everfree to train and learn less prestidigitation and more combative magick'' She lingered on an internal thought, before sharing it. ``Trixie could not best an Ursa Minor...'' It was hard for her to admit such a defeat, and more so the memories around it. ``Trixie was able to take on Timber Wolves, and Black and Bruiseberry bushes, so Trixie decided to move to the next level. She found a nest, and thought it a Roc or Harpy, turned out to be that thing... Seemed like an oversized drake, but was more fierce than a dragon''

``Wyverns are of an ancient line, from the very start of time'' Zecora explained more on the subject. ``Dragons may claim to be the same, but they differ in more than just name. Drakes are to Dragons as far in my concern, just the way as Dragons are to Wyverns''

Trixie would stayed with them a few days as she recovered, but she was proving a most unwelcome guest. From near endless complaints, to the most absurd demands. It was clear that the mare cared for nothing beyond herself, and certainly not for the world beyond even just the hut. There came a day when the sun seemed to disappear, and the only thing she could say was ``Finally, Trixie will not have to suffer to look upon all those pathetic faces''

For all her changes, Sweetie Belle was still a problem solver and wanted to help. She attempted many times to try and shift the mare's thinking, adjust her feelings to see the benefit of friendship and helping them. With nothing working, and getting back only more arrogance and spite, the zebracorn finally lost her cool.

``You are so heartless!'' The filly exploded. ``We took you in, saved your flank, and still you are just... rude!'' Sweetie Belle panted a bit as she winded herself in rage, as Trixie merely raised an annoyed brow to the shout. ``I haven't seen my sister, or any of those I loved in... forever! Then finally a face I knew from Ponyville shows up, and it's a horrible witch like you!''

Zecora lead her away, to calm her and separate the two. Trixe just turned away, starring out the window into the Everfree beyond.

One night, not much like any other, soon made it self distinct. The sky seemed to shatter like glass, and colours bled across the stars and clouds. Zecora sensed the danger, and ran out to see for herself. She nearly collapsed at the sight, feeling a wicked turn of events that marked a much greater horror in the sky than had been on the ground. After that night, each colour in the sky was vivid and alive, and looked almost wet like fresh paint.

Not to be left out, it seemed, the ground bred its own horrors to match the sky's, and it festered within the forest. The usual risks of Everfree were nothing before the fresh ones creeping throughout the trees, spreading a corruption as quickly as a plague.

``What is happening?'' Trixie asked, unable to ignore the feeling in the very air.

``I thought Trixie didn't care?'' Sweetie Belle chided.

Ignoring the filly, Zecora answered the question. ``I felt a sudden burst, and now I fear the worst. Zecora isn't one to lie, and now I fear the very end is nigh''

Sweetie Belle was quick to the window, with Trixie attempting to look calm as she slowly approached. It was easy to see the fear growing in the mare, and outside it was only reinforcing those feelings. The pair could see all kinds of horrors racing around the trees, hearing the cries of animals and even some beasts that called the forest home. Above the canopy of trees, the sky was filled with flying figures, some moving away, with others clearly in pursuit.

``What is going on?!'' Trixie backed away from the scene outside, no longer able to put even a thin veil to her terror.

``We must leave this place, as this is a wickedness we cannot face'' Zecora said as she gathered what she could to abandon her home of so long, with an urgency that was soon matched by Sweetie Belle as she did the same collecting. ``Hurry as we must flee, a new darkness rules Everfree'' Trixie knew not what to do, as it all seemed to just be too sudden, leaving her frozen.

Not long after her warnings, Zecora burst through her hut door to the outside, with Sweetie Belle soon after. Terror filled the filly, as the demons took a quick stock of new prey, but something further away was now claiming Sweetie Belle's attention. It felt doubly familiar to her, yet the two distinct memories did not match one another and caused a sense of confusion to how they were now one.

Moving with a grace of royalty, and purpose of a tyrant, the figure beyond was leading its forces until it too felt a familiar pair of eyes upon it and it stopped in its march. Slowly, it turned to lock eyes with the filly, and caused her to shake. ``Rarity?'' Sweetie asked aloud, just nearly all she could do in that moment.

Grabbing the filly, Zecora galloped hard to expand the distance between them and danger, Trixe already well ahead of them with no thought of those who had taken her in. Sweetie Belle, for ever length traveled, remained behind in thought. The creature was too tall, and not much to appear to be her sister, yet that which beheld her had a distant resemblance of the mare she knew so well.

``Sweetie Belle focus ahead, less you wish us both dead!'' Zecora snapped, finding it hard to carry the filly and fend off the demons keeping close chase to the pair. ``We are abandoned by Trixie, it is just you and me''

By the time the filly caught up with herself, the ground heaved and sent the pair flying into the air and crashing down again. Being so close, it was easy for the demonic pursuers to encircle the pair. Zecora was fast to go on the offensive, sending out her vials at the attackers. Sweetie Belle did not take much longer to render aid, and cast what she could, but her magick was not yet refined enough to do much; likewise, the potions were doing little to beat back the hoards.

``I have failed you Sweetie Belle, and the demons will take us into the darkest wells. With only my potions touch, after all did not do much...'' Zecora spoke defeated, but she did not give up on trying to keep the filly protected, even if her own body would be the shield.

``No, if my magick was any stronger, I could have helped...'' Sweetie Belle was not going to allow them to die with Zecora taking the blame on herself.

With the final hour appearing to be near, the two pressed close to go together. Just as their hope nearly passed, and with the timing found in legends and tales, the tides of demons were turned. The crowd exploded, flying into the air and far from the pair, leaving them to wonder just what had come to their aid. Another blast of a tainted, red sort, ripped through another group of horrors that came to replace those from before. Zecora could sense great power in the spells, but even greater wickedness lacing it.

Not to far from them, a familiar, and until now, unwanted pony stood. Her eyes and horn illuminated with a red aura, the was trailing from their sources like the smoke of a wild fire. Around the blue mare's neck, a heavy amulet radiated in the same unsettling glow. ``Come to Trixie!'' She shouted to them, looking almost partly crazed, unleashing more of her new found power at the foes.

Gripped in shock, the pair nearly claimed by darkness, needed a moment before rushing to the unlikely savior. ``Such luck for you both, as Trixie has found what she had come to this dreadful forest for''

``Y-you came back?'' Sweetie Belle asked, not even seeming to hear the others words. ``I thought...'' Doubt in such a turn was heavily draped over her.

``Let's not make this cliche, just run'' Trixie responded, starting a charge with the other two quick to follow. She was blasting a path through the forest, going for the nearest edge to leave Everfree and its new inhabitants behind.

The entire forest seemed to be alive now, everything trying to claim the trio, but the magick of Trixie was easily keeping them all safe, the strange necklace she now bore generating the might she was enjoying so suddenly. With needing only to focus on moving, Sweetie Belle had her mind free to wonder, and she was sensing the same figure from before they fled lurking somewhere just beyond their sight.

Hope, that thing so rare and precious now, was just ahead of them. The trees were thinning, and soon they would be free of Everfree, but a force greater than anything they had faced so far grabbed Trixie, and dragged her back into the forest. Zecora and Sweetie Belle did not get caught, but they were not going to abandon Trixie; despite all her faults up to this point. They circled around, and charged to save her, but the Unicorn was not ready to allow them to all to be caught after so much effort. She focused, and with great effort, transported the two far from the forest, and right before they too would be grabbed.

``Trixie!!!'' Sweetie Belle cried out, trying to summon the spell used to whisk them away, but she did not know it. She collapsed on the ground, feeling sorrow in failure of her abilities and the sacrifice made for her. She sobbed hard, thinking about how much she had mocked and despised the mare before.

``In the end she proved herself to be good, just as I had believed she would'' Zecora said with a heavy heart, knowing that she too was to blame for the need of one sacrifice, and failure to be able to stop the wickedness. ``Let us honor her sacrifice, and survive all this strife''

Deep in the Everfree Forest, Trixie struggled against the many demons who had taken her by surprise, and now held her down. They had somehow stopped her from being able to summon her magic, and were attempting to remove the source. ``Foals!'' She mocked, with an arrogance that only she could poses in such a circumstance. ``Once the Alicorn Amulet is worn, it cannot be removed by any but the wearer!'' Disappointed, but not defeated, the demons turned their attention to what else the mare had to offer ones so depraved, and this changed the mare's attitude to one of desperation. ``Do not dare defile Trixie!''

``Enough!'' A new, far more menacing voice swept across the area with the force of a tidal wave, and striking a fear into all who were swept up in it. ``Remover yourselves from her at once!'' The demons scattered from the mare, not daring to challenge this new unseen force. Even as Trixie stood, she did not find the one who spoke, yet in some passing memory, it had a hint of somepony she had dealt with, perhaps just in a crowd. When is spoke again, finishing its thoughts, Trixie felt a new wave of fear curl about her very soul. ``This one, is mine''

Outro:


*Holding a Discord doll* Golly, I wonder what will become of Trixie, and who is this mysterious figure who commands Everfree? Well, I wrote it, so I know, but you all will just have to wait.

-Author


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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by Skuger
MLP Shatter Storm - Track 04 Never Ending Strife
Last in pool
One of the original chapters for a story I did not intend to write, it would be a while after before I actually made the rest.

Keywords
male 1,109,171, female 998,965, pony 102,196, mlp 67,568, my little pony 62,071, demon 36,031, unicorn 28,855, magic 23,414, fim 8,459, zebra 6,529, fanfiction 2,761, wyvern 1,880, spell 1,002, zecora 654, sweetiebelle 323, survival 244, alternateuniverse 100, zebracorn 44, trixielulamoon 19, everfree 18, shatterstorm 4, alternatetimeline 2, alicornamulet 1
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