tpalacios17

    One hundred years… that’s how long I’ve waited. The thought ran through her mind over and over as she read the pages of the ancient spell book floating before her. A hundred years of planning, waiting, patiently preparing. Many would have stopped once their main foes have past, other ceasing the moment they saw their enemy’s precious land crumbling before them. No, not I, not while they still live. She ran her hoof along the lines inscribed in a near forgotten language. The suffering their beloved ponies caused could never equal the pain I intend to give back.     “My queen.” The tiny voice reverberated in the cool, damp cave. Gently, ...