Rarity: Turn (Under Revision) DO NOT READ YET

Chapter 2

I turned towards the moonlight, away from Luna's disapproving face. "Now," I turned towards the princesses. "That there are no more interuptions." I walked towards the peak of the hill, already planning out my castle dimensions.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I could see my horn illuminating through my eye lids. I felt myself lift off the ground. I heard the others gasp. I though about the plan for my castle, a nice shade of purple, with a big central tower, and towers located on the outside. Grey gargoyles on towers, all the good stuff. I heard rumbling on the ground. My magic working. I thought about the protection of my castle.

Black walls made of obsidian, shining a nice purple rose from the earth. I opened my eyes. My castle was beautiful! Everything I imagined. I floated down inside the massive black walls, staring at all the beauty. I heard screams of triumph outside. I spread my wings and flew over.

Something flew by my face with a swoosh. The wonderbolts! They were letting the ponies out of the cages. Picking the locks with their feathers. Spitfire saw me and gasped. She rounded up Soarin and Fleetfoot and they flew towards me. Quick as lighting they flew in circles around me, tying a rope around me at the same time.

Soarin tied the knot on my back, and the wonder bolts flew in front of my face, blocking my view of the princesses. They only managed to free Celestia, but she was still weak from the casing, most of her power drained. Celestia took out one of her feathers and started working on Luna's lock. She looked blankly up at her sister.

I smiled up at the wonderbolts, smiling. Soarin looked confused.

"Why are you smiling?" I turned to him. "Well, you have gone through some much work freeing my minions." They all looked back at the ponies in the cage, now changing into changelings. Before the wonderbolts could even flap their wings, the changlings were on them, pinning them down.

I used my horn and opened the gates to my castle, undoing the knot on the ropes around me. I walked up to the wonderbolts. I gestured to the changlings surrounding them.

"These poor creatures." I patted ones head. "They would wander Equestria, with no purpose, with their queen gone to Tartaurus. So I offered to take them in."

"Then where are the real princesses and ponies?" Spitfire spat at me. I smiled. "Why should I tell you?" Fleetfoot scrambled out of the grip of the changeling. He shouted, "Because we will protect the princess!" I used my magic and picked up the wonderbolts.

"Hey!" Then Spitfire yelled something that made me stop. She glared with hate in her eyes. "Rainbow Dash will never be a Wonderbolt if you keep this up!" I rolled my eyes.

"You really think I care?" I walked inside the courtyard, dragging the worthless flyers behind me. I made sure Spitfire's head dragged on the ground. I opened the mohagony wood doors into the castle. I walked into a giant welcoming room, filled with pictures of the one pony who hadn't betrayed me. Yet.

I veered to the left and down a twisting stairwell. I ordered the changelings to close the iron doors behind me. The stone stairs were only lit up by torches, for the proper dungeon mood.

"Where are we going?" One pony said. I chuckled. "You don't want to know." I said as I walked them down to their cages. But what they didn't know, they might never see the light again.