Starlight’s eye twitched in annoyance. This was not okay. She stood in the darkened room, flipping through the grimoire her ire only growing with each page turn.

She had lived many lifetimes, witnessing everything from the rise of Discord, lord of Chaos to the Fall of Equestria at the hooves of her student, Twilight Sparkle. She wasn’t particularly annoyed at the use of Black Magic, in this case, or even being sealed within a new body. She could easily handle the squalor surroundings and the terminal state of her new body. She had seen far worse, after all. But this…This was simply unacceptable.

Taking a deep breath, she roared into the darkness.

“What idiot wrote this thing? This rune is backwards, no that is not how fire elementals work. Why is there a spell to change eye color in a grimoire? Could they not even spell the incantation for summoning water? Was this written by an initiate or…Seriously who wrote this preschool grade magic tome!”

Angrily, she closed the grimoire and analyzed the front cover. She would find whatever being that had made this and strangle them for selling such a bastardization of the realm of magic. Who would be so brazen… She scanned the cover for the author’s name. And when she saw it, the color drained from her face. It couldn’t be.

Where exactly did you get this?

A green female unicorn suddenly appeared and gave it to me. Starlight stared dumbfounded at the prompt. It wasn’t possible and yet the proof was in her now-human hands. Quick, describe what she looked like. She wore a witch's hat and had a golden mane and tail, oh and a tattoo of a clover on her flank. She had watched her die. Starlight directed a question at the young soul. Anything else? Anything at all? Cold cruel eyes, that sparkled like rubies but her smile was tender and warm. It isn’t her. It isn’t her, it’s just wishful thinking. Wait! Wishful thinking? I wonder.

Closing her eyes, Starlight attempted to search the memories of her new body. Maybe since my soul is tethered to this form I can…There! Starlight watched as the scene played out in her mind.

“A terrible fate, is it not?”

In the middle of the floor, the young girl slowly turned towards the sound of the voice behind her. Standing there in the air, looking rather amused, was a green Unicorn mare with a witch's hat. On her back was what looked to be a staff made of blessed holy wood, topped with a rather large and glowing blue moonstone. And next to her floated a book.

“W-who are you?”

The Unicorn placed a hoof against her chin in thought for a moment before replying.

“I suppose that depends on who you were to ask. To most, I am an embodiment of sin incarnate. To a few, a holy saintess that gave magic unto many worlds, yet others would say I’m a witch who made bargains with the devil, and to one, I am a guardian angel. Perhaps by day's end, another shall see me in that light, as well.”

The little girl stared dumbfounded at the Unicorn. The ruby eyes were shining with a demonic malice, but her smile was as gentle as the summer’s sun.

“A Demon? What do you want with me? I have no value.”

While the little girl looked down in despair, the Unicorn hopped off her invisible mount and landed without a sound.

“True. You are absolutely worthless.”

The Unicorn slowly walked towards her, continuing on, as the girl collapsed to her knees.

“You are nothing. You have no abilities; your strength is less than none, your looks are completely grotesque, your virtue has been stolen by your own father. Your potential is such that even the Gods you pray to have turned away. Not to mention I am fairly certain your soul would fetch maybe one percent of one hundredth of one millionth of the least denomination of this world on a good day. You have literally 0% chance to have even the most miniscule impact in this world. Completely worthless.”

The girl's eyes went dark, as her heart and mind completely shattered. She continued to stare blankly, even as her head was lifted and those sparkling ruby eyes dominated her vision.

“Even so, those are the kind of odds I love to invest in.”

A golden parchment appeared before the young girl, as the Unicorn gave a little bow.

“You can call me Clover, Child. Because today is your lucky day.”

Starlight choked back her tears, as a lump formed in the throat of her new body. It’s really her. How long has it been since Starlight last saw her? Unbidden tears slowly trailed down her face, before she broke down sobbing. Mo-.

“Starlight, if you keep crying like that, you’re going to make it rain.”

Starlight’s eyes flew open. This voice, is it- Before her eyes could even comprehend what she was seeing, Starlight began running. She cried out, like a filly just waking up after a long nightmare.

“Mom-my!”

Starlight didn’t realize it yet, but she was now in the middle of a pitch-black void. And in front of her, in the middle of that void sitting there smiling at her with tender warmth, was none other than Clover, herself.

She was sitting at a rather large and ornate table, around which various silhouettes of strange beasts that radiated immense pressure, sat. Rising swiftly, Clover made her way to Starlight, calling out.

“Yeah, Yeah, relax I’m not doing anything, Baal. I’m just giving my daughter some comfort.”

Clover knelt down and hugged Starlight, whispering just barely audibly within her ear in a long forgotten runic language.

“Find the others. Kill them all.”

Then, as if nothing happened, Clover leaned back and wiped a hoof across Starlight’s eyes to dry her tears. She smiled cheerfully.

“Can you do that for mommy?”

Starlight blinked in confusion, what had she just said? But looking into Clover’s eyes, those radiant ruby eyes shined with a murderous intent. Starlight, still not sure what was going on, nodded slowly.

“Uh-huh.”

Clover laughed, before standing back up and stating loudly.

“Good girl, why don’t you go back and enjoy your game, while mommy plays.”

Starlight’s eyes suddenly felt heavier than normal. What’s going on? Her eyelids flickered as Clover turned to head back towards the table. I can’t seem to… Clover looked back at her and spoke lovingly.

“Remember, just because it’s impossible, that doesn’t mean you can’t do it. Now show them what mommy’s little disciple is capable of.”

Starlight’s eyes fell closed once more and the strange scene before her vanished into the Aether as everything fell into darkness.

Starlight’s eyes flew open. She quickly took stock of her circumstances. She was standing in front of a large mirror, covered from head to toe in lacerations and many bruises. She could hardly feel the body she had been sealed into, most likely, she surmised, due to a slow acting neurotoxin if the purple rash on her nethers was anything to go by. She had no food. She had no water. The body had clearly been starved for weeks before being put in the small room. The room itself was sealed with magic. There was no possible way for her to survive this.

And then she looked down at the grimoire in her hand. None of the spells were usable, yet she smiled. A truly wicked smile as she clutched it to her chest.

“You said you wanted revenge, right?”

The blue prompt immediately replied with yes.

Starlight laughed, as the dim lighting hit the grimoire’s front cover, revealing the name of its creator: Starlight Glimmer, written in silver glitter. How long has it been since I made this for her? Starlight’s now-green irises danced like diamonds in the darkened room. Impossible, huh?

“I like our odds.”