The night was stained by grim clouds and stars. A radiant moonlight beamed into a large opening of the cavern. The room lit azure like a lantern.
A round of creatures gathered around the walls of the cavern. They stood atop circling platforms of stone like bleachers as they took each other's hands, claws, and hooves.
A dark cloak concealed them, colorful yet sapped of brightness. Small features of scales, fur, or skin peeked out of their cloak, revealing themselves to hail from diverse origins.
They chanted a song. Their voice spoke an unknown language. One perhaps long forgotten, or never to have existed in this realm.
The stone platforms spiraled around the center where a black cauldron held orange liquid that rumbled like lava. Before, the cauldron is where their leader stood.
She was a mare that garnered a purple dress, eloquent and gothic. Her eyes shot neutral at the cauldron. Her ears were attuned to the vocal of her followers. She wondered if this would be enough.
Through many trial-and-errors, she strove to attain the desired result of her rituals. All of them have so far ended with failure. Most ended with injuries, some with casualties.
She held a pouch before her with her magic. For so long, she has desired to learn the origin of its content. Its composition was a secret that she has strived for months to unravel.
She harnessed her magic and pulled a green aura out of each of her singing followers. It flowed inside the cauldron, pigmenting the orange to shimmering green like a molten emerald.
She whisked the pouch above the cauldron and poured its content of dust inside the cauldron. The dust solute quickly in the bubbling liquid.
As her song of her followers chimed through the hollow cave, the cauldron became erratic. The liquid rumbled wildly, the cauldron itself shaking and bearing fractures.
And then a tentacle emerged.
It was octopus-like, with emerald eyes peering from behind its suckers. More emerged from the cauldron that disappeared underneath its hide. None could make heads or tails of its body. It was a creature of unknown origin, beyond the comprehension of a mortal mind. A creature that hails from the deepest secrets of magic.
The unfathomable creature released a shrieking cry that cast over the song of the mare's followers. They craned their heads and shuffled about the floor, sharing their groans of pain.
The mare held her ground, her eyes cold as that of a corpse. "Creature of origins," the mare spoke, taking a step before the creature. The creature whipped one of its many tentacles at the mare, but she summoned a partial barrier that deflected it aside. "Are you the one that I have sought?"
The unknown creature released another cry and dropped two of its tentacles upon the mare. She blocked them with a partial barrier but noted its static shift as if it was to phase out of existence.
The mare held her neutral gaze. "You are infecting my magic. Do you intend to corrupt me?"
She stood close before the creature, placing a hoof between its many eyes and teeth that lacked proportions and purpose upon its incomprehensible body.
Her eyes lit an emerald flame and then she finally smiled. "I'm afraid that's impossible. My body has ascended beyond those concepts. Perhaps if it had a mind of its own, it would try to kill me because of it."
Her hoof shimmered a purple light and permeated over the creature's body. Its cry shriek of pain as it tried to bury the mare with its many tentacles.
However, the tentacles were pushed back and then rounded the creature's single head that holds all its limbs. They tightened around the creature's head as all its eyes gaped upon the mare.
"I'm just like you now," the mare said. "No, I would argue I am beyond your comprehension now."
The mare took a step back and harnessed her horn to sprout black iron poles from under the creature. They surrounded the creature as they connected, forming a narrow cage. The bars shrunk between its many tentacles, restricting its movement.
Her followers one by one recovered from their headaches and observed their leader at work. She summoned a syringe before her and penetrated its needle inside the creature. As she pulled back the plunger, black liquid filled its barrel.
When she withdrew the syringe, she petted the creature. "Good boy."
She summoned a white feather onto her hoof and squeezed a droplet of the black blood atop it. It's clear whiteness immediately soaked black and withered to ash in her hoof.
The mare glared at the dust, displeased.
"High Priestess Potion Nova," a follower of the mare said and kneeled before her.
Potion approached the cloaked follower that revealed her scaled skin and claws. "My young sister," Potion said. She placed the syringe on the follower's claw. "Gather the acolytes to proceed with experimentation. I'm certain this creature can serve some use to us."
"As you wish." The follower bowed and then raised to speak with the other followers.
Potion has now concluded another summoning ritual has yet again been another dud. However, she cannot help but feel that she is getting slightly closer. But how long is her search before she could reach its end?
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Product of Friendship (My Little Pony)
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