Escape from Canterlot
A thin, bird-like hand reached out from within the one-sided hole and curled its fingers around the corner of the frame.
“You're not Stella...” The King scowled, despite barely remaining conscious.
“'Stella'?” The unknown voice had an echo to its words; its form still obscured behind the gaping archway. A second limb extended from the void, this time a paw, seemingly from an entirely different animal than the first. “I'm afraid not.”
The creature's head was next to pass through the gateway, unlike anything either of the ponies had seen before. Its face was long and vaguely horse-shaped, though not quite, with one large fang protruding from its grinning maw, and two asymmetrical horns of different shapes and colours. Now within the alicorn's range of focus and clearly not his lost love, the King deemed the unearthly form's approach aggressive, summoning magic to his horn once more, ready to expel the invad